Keilah didn't know what to do or say, but something felt off in the air. Looking at the male, she gives him a red beaded bracelet. "I-It's going to p-protect you..." she says quietly as she felt slightly safe knowing that she had her ankle bracelet on.
Sen is shamelessly ogling a spirit bold enough to plant itself at his feet when he’s approached by the girl. The male is smoking a cigarette or- right at this particular moment- /not/ smoking his cigarette because he’s too busy flicking the burning ashes onto the spirit below. It doesn’t do much, but it shows his discontent with the situation, with the frigid tangle of limbs wrapped unabashedly around both of his long, jean-clad legs.
It’s her voice that tears his gaze from a broken, toothless smile, and Sen tilts his head in pure curiosity at the woman, wondering how much she knew.
“Oh-” he says with a lopsided grin, accepting the gift gratefully. “Thank you very much. I could use a bit of protecting, right now-” He slips the beads onto his bony wrist and almost immediately, there’s a hiss from below followed by the reluctant release of his legs. The spirit scoots away from him looking positively enraged, attention now on the woman. He drops his cigarette on it.
“If I may.. where did you get these?” He hasn’t ever come across beads like this before- then again, he probably couldn’t even afford them.
