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“I’m lost,” Violetta frowned, pursing her lips. “Like, really, really lost. Could you tell me where I am?”
Mr. Maker's eyebrows tugged together in the slightest, his lips pressing together, swallowing before he spoke again. "Where do you need to be?" He inquired, his head canting to the side. "How lost are you?"
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- ✖ - "Hello," Mr. Maker greeted, a light, only slightly forced smile playing upon his lips. "How can I help you?"
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- ✖ - "Company?" Mr. Maker's eyes pulled together slightly as he looked upon the newcomer. His eyes were filled with bore, and indifference, but that's how it usually was. His entire being was usually filled with just about as much hyperactivity as a sloth on sedatives. He shoved his hands into his pockets, canting his head to the side. He swallowed before he spoke again, "What can I do for you?"
Iacchos kept his gaze upon the being before him. He reminded him of one of his sons, they looked similar. “I am Iacchos”, he replied. “Who are you?”
"Iacchos." He repeated, trying the name upon his tongue carefully, before moving on. "I am unnamed. What would you like to call me?"
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“No, he likes you.” Skull mumbled somewhat bitterly, “He’d probably listen to you than to me.”
"I'm not so sure about that. Though, I will talk to him if you request." He said simply, a bit of concern taking hold of his features.
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“If I require anything else?” YT repeated absently, squinting at Mr. Maker in thought. “… In fact, I do.” He quirked an eyebrow at the other. “How okay are you with murder?”
"I'm not as strong as my words. I wouldn't be able to if I tried, mate." Mr. Maker grinned, a small shrug rolling off his shoulders.
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YouTube stared at him blankly for a moment. Words were escaping him currently, so he tilted his head to the side, staring at Mr. Maker with curiosity. “… Thanks.”
Maker gave the man a slow nod, swallowing before asking, "Do you require anything else?" before shoving his hands into his pockets, looking up at him with blatant neutrality.
{ ☯ } → Had he not grown accustomed of receiving various reactions from those he had no intention to kill with the blazing fire, he wouldn’t have been left in a spell of disbelief drawling on while the other walked away. A wide range of individuals were left unfortunate to have fallen beneath the - somewhat - young soul’s attempt into scaring them, yet instead had grown to have their visitations less eminent, or themselves growing less scared.
Times were surely changing.
Upper half of his torso lurching forward from the tree stump that obscured his personage from where the stranger possibly stood, his malachite irises speculated the individual. Noticing no sound slip past his lips, no expression laid upon his visage. With that left dissatisfaction on the kitsune’s demeanor. Obviously not everyone would have been scared, yet he felt in dire need of getting a laugh out of someone - this man obviously not being the probable source of attaining the capability to serve his wants.
“Hey, now, that’s no fun!” The spirit currently manifesting itself in the shape of a human had piped up as he began to slip away from the tree. His hand still made contact against the hard, rough surface of the inanimate object while his steps took him further away from it. A few more footfalls finally required him to break the touch he had with the topiary. Instead of stopping the man from his path, he walked along with him, suddenly catching the irregular scent his being emitted. This was different, no doubt.
“— Well, you’re now one of the first few to’ve not been scared! So, congratulations on that.”
- ✖ - There was something about this person that seemed to differentiate him from others. Not the sheer fact that he had just managed to shoot a fireball at his feet, but it was something a bit more than that. Something Mr. Maker himself could not put his finger on, which was rare. Usually he was able to evaluate practically every situation without trouble or grief. Mr. Maker stopped in his tracks, quickly analyzing the other. "I'm not a very fun person." He said quietly and quickly, his eyebrows tugging together as he looked at the male. They didn't seem too different from others. This frustrated Mr. Maker, made him swell up with irritation with a vague mixture of complete and utter resignation.
"You're the first to shoot at me with a fireball." He said, only a hint of sarcasm embedded in his voice, barely detectable. "So congratulations on that." Mr. Maker quoted the male, stealing the words straight from his mouth. "Who are you?" He asked after a moment, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stood there, figuring they would take time to converse. This fellow seemed interesting enough, at least.
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“It’s not about me…” He grumbled. By all accounts, Skull had the recognition that Wifi more than likely didn’t give a flying fuck about him, not to mention being encouraged or discouraged by him. “It’s about YouTube.” It’s always about YouTube.
"I can say the exact same thing for YouTube, too. I'm quite sure he doesn't view my opinion highly, though. I would recommend talking to him."
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“He is still vulnerable. And the fucker knows it.” Skull hissed, both angry and frustrated.
"Do not let your anger get hold of you. Pretending you don't care is your best offense. Getting angry will encourage him."
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“Why are they talking? How dare he talk to him? Why did he even respond to him?”
"I believe he is still sensitive. Topics like that would be hard to ignore, naturally."
{ ☯ } → Wandering along the unoccupied pathway of the woods, the cracks of twigs and crunch of dry leaves stepped upon were emitting loudly around the youthful spirit. Despite his ancient age, he was a rambunctious and playful fettle; always lingering in his preferable habitat often times. He enjoyed the cool breeze, though it felt different as it grazed along some parts of his exposed skin. With the humane form he manifested itself in, the chances of getting cold was probable than it was in his original state. Soon, he stopped abruptly at the sound of newer footsteps nearby. With teeth clamping down on his nether lip, he tried to hide a smile that was forming at his lips. As he stepped silently behind another tree in hopes to near the other, he awaited until they were close and that was when he decided to conjure a small ball of flame and project it nearby their feet.
- ✖ - The peaceful nature of the forest and the relaxing silence caused Mr. Maker to become thoroughly pleased with it. He started taking multiple walks throughout the day to come visit the enchanting place, simply because he had nothing else to do, and it shredded off a large portion of his stress. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked, breathing in the air deeply upon every inhale, feeling himself absorb proper nutrients, then breathe out the unneeded ones. It made him feel.. rather alive. As he walked though, his eyebrows twitched together, smelling the scent of some kind of mammal. He couldn't tell if it was exactly human, but there was definitely an odd aura of humanity engulfing the strange new scent. He added the presence on his mental list of things to be aware of, and moved on.
Shortly after he'd discovered the strange dweller, there was a very rapid change of air drift. It was as if a large portion of air was being sucked into one space. Of course, an average human wouldn't be able to pick up on these things, for these were very precise realizations that required a very accurate focus and understanding of your surroundings. The air stopped transporting to the location, and soon the air around him was pushed towards his feet. Mr. Maker quickly took a step back, simply waiting for the shift to continue, until a ball of fire rushed towards where his feet would have been if hadn't he stepped back. Maker couldn't think right then of a creature that would possess such an ability, but quickly he shrugged it off, and continued walking, acting as if nothing happened. All the while, his face remained with the same neutral, positively indifferent expression.
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"Er--..."
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YT backed up slightly, and he looked taken aback. He was, really, because being reprimanded in any way was something he might never get used to. Maybe he was too sensitive, but being yelled at (even if it wasn’t yelling) made him fairly… upset. That showed at the miniscule amount of tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
And the fact that he was crying at something so simple made him shameful.
Which in turn made him hate himself for a moment.
Fuck.
"Listen-- Listen quick, right?" He asked rhetorically, pausing for a second before continuing. "I know the world's winds are pretty harsh, mate, but you're gonna need thicker skin to last you the winter." His gaze remained transfixed on YouTube, and he smiled. Not out of satisfaction from his pain, or amusement from his sorrow, but from understanding. "Don't get a cold from the same wind twice. Buy a freakin' coat."
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YT squinted at the other, judging him silently. “Mi scusi?”
"Being lonely isn't fun. And being drunk is unsafe, especially alone. Have you got ears, boy? Buck up and listen!" Mr. Maker halfway snapped, staring directly into the male's eyes with a relentless gaze that seemed to grip at the fibers of the soul. It wasn't a large, angry snap. It was more of a mellow jazz snap. Soft, but with intensity.
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“Can’t I just be left alone to be drunk already?
"Unsafe, and pain filled. Not a good combination." He said bluntly, eyebrows tugging together at glimpse of the male.
