(inkcarnatedroses) She'd been so busy with school, lately that young Hope Ray had yet to go see Banjo. What a shame that he was still sick and asleep at that current time. Instead, she got a third presence, easily sensed after being around demons and reading Joey's books enough. Did she turn to face them? No, not yet. It felt like someone she didn't want to look in the eyes. "Pardon me, sir; but I dunno if it's too nice to watch people, without their permission... Did you need something...?"
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He is well aware that there are children in this studio. The poor things hardly have anything to do while they are here, and while some draw or play in the amusement park or stay with their parents or guardians, this one is intent on learning the dark arts, much like a certain warlock with a terrible grin.
“ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏʏ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ” is all the answer he gives, at first. His voice is heavy, full of unnatural and eerie tones, and while he does not move from his dark veil, it is…odd. Is he warning this young soul, before it has the chance to be tempted into the pits of Hell? Alas, perhaps it is in vain. “ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ. ”
