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Happy birthday to one of my favorite #Decepts Bernadette 🎂 https://www.instagram.com/p/CeTefcVLHwG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
@decepts said:
“ don’t play games with someone who can play better. “
“hmmm--?” a tilt of the head, exactly two blinks. he’s acting dumb. “i can’t quite see the problem... aren’t games something you enjoy?”
indeed, ouma is better at them, as he should be. lying is more than an appropriate skill to have when your entire profession calls for secrecy. you’ll need to spread false information in order to hide the priceless truth-- protect what’s sacred with pride instead of guilt. in that context, the only morally right thing to do is engage in deception.
so, why not practice that skill?
“...or, do you want to be bored, instead?“
i am going to beat you to death
ok! :flushed:
“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ” uwu?
he says nothing, dark eyes narrowing down at the prankster. he knew how to keep out of harm’s way, but still seemed to attract trouble from every corner. hei shushes him, pressing a hand to his mouth rather roughly, almost akin to a punch in the face. ‘ again. quiet. ‘ he mutters, peering over the building’s edge to see his mark down below. just as he had been told. ‘ solid information, however. ‘ he takes his hand back from the other’s mouth, wiping it down his cloak in slight disgust.
‘ you’ve got me all figured out. congratulations. ‘ he sighs to himself, unsure if he’s lost his touch or if he was up against a more terrifying sort of foe. not many could see straight through his disguise. he often considered himself a master at his own craft, but there’s only so much one can do against the more intelligent creatures of this world. ‘ you’ve hopefully figured out that if you mutter a word to anyone, you won’t live to tell any other tale. i’ve faith in that. ‘ --- @decepts
@decepts said: ‘ everything about you screams danger. ’ :3
he’s not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. it could be backhanded, then again this kid doesn’t seem like the type to just blurt something out like that. then again, what does he know? humans were the most confusing out of all of them, every species has their infighting, but humans perplexed him the most. to think, he almost was one. or so he was told. born to a human mother and an unknown father, left on the doorstep of Neverwinter’s most run down orphanage. ‘ is it the horns? ‘ he questions, clearly not into this whole analysis of his character. he was just a kid, he didn’t threaten children. but this begs the question, does this child see something the others don’t? and if so... what? ‘ buzz off, weirdo... if i’m so dangerous you should keep away. ‘ not the first time he’s said something like this, definitely not the last. normally he was a bit more upbeat when it came to his demeanor or outer looks. only tearing himself down when alone with too much time to think. he’d sigh, finally turning his head up to meet the other’s gaze. ‘ what do you want...? you obviously don’t seem scared. ‘
@decepts ❤’d !
‘ ay ! shortie ! ’ truth be told, he’s getting just a little bored of this. being stationary never served him well -- especially not when there’s so much else going on, sights and sounds and smells that seem to call to him from somewhere too far away to reach. ‘you want a crepe? just fuckin’ buy somethin’, will ya?’ at least oma, for all he’s irritating, is entertaining.