( @underyourskinx )
“here.” now, mina wasn’t known to be funny. she wasn’t known to joke and banter - at all, really - but she had her moments. curiosity, mostly, that people often interpreted into moments of humor from the wendigo. standing on the other side of the bars, she reached through, handing him the little scented, cardboard shaped pine tree. she certainly wasn’t going to taste it, and since he seemed to be so well versed in what the air freshener, as well as other people, tasted like. she had a slight interest. fascination. “tell me what it tastes like.”












