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{ 👑 } VERY LITTLE BRINGS HIM AMUSEMENT LIKE the opportunity to toy with Gaster like a playful cat to mouse. To Gangrel, nothing at all seems contrary to his status quo. Reality hasn't sunk in quite yet, but it suits him all the same; after all, his head is nothing BUT empty.
THE SCOUNDREL SCALES THE LENGTH OF wall as if he were a mountain climber —- an urban explorer, more like, but crumbling and destitute buildings are near as dangerous, just as the security guards often playing at such locations. He hasn't talked with Gaster in many a day, to such an extent that he's ALMOST worried. While most would attempt to reason through kind offers and words, Gangrel meanwhile finds himself shaking a can of violet-blue spray paint -- rattle rattle! - and with a careful hand, painting a blooming bundle of forget-me-nots under Gaster's window. That'll show him!