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"I have no interest in such things, unfortunately. I'm not a scholar type, but a hedonist."

"Telling me to suddenly discover an all new mystery is kind of cruel, you know... You've no idea how difficult that is."

"If I start asking you to hurt me, people are going to start calling me a masochist."

People are 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 calling him a masochist.

Pouting as his skull reforms itself.

"That's one disadvantage to your spectating. I've only got a pocketful of surprises now."

"You don't like seeing my beautiful, immaculate face?"

It undoes itself in a swirl of red as she finishes speaking.

"Mm, but there's comedy to the wound. Slapstick humor now has a new upper limit."

his soul is filled to the brim with unbridled, despicable joy. Even without a voice, they are capable of singing, he thinks.

What joy.

... After everything he's done, with no further warning, and an unusual lack of theatrics, he finally vanishes from their sight.

capable of causing him pain.

And his heart still beats with with a twinge of humanity; he is still capable of feeling 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

For better or worse, Lantana, a creature whose name he still doesn't know, has inspired and intrigued him. Though he has not the mind to laugh, nor the composure to grin

Unchanged from his initial assessment, they had become no less 'teeny' in his eyes. A cycle of bruised and renewed arrogance this has been, but something wonderful had come from this.

There are creatures beyond humanity capable of sharing in and understanding 'suffering.' There are beings yet

It's difficult to think about such things when his skull threatens to cave in on itself so, faced with no other options, he hisses a single response:

ㅤ"𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚. As you wish, though..."

A pregnant pause, before a fanged sneer returns to his face.

ㅤ"I'll be seeing you again very soon, little bug."

There's a pause to his laughter, his expression one of equal parts disbelief and sadistic amusement. His schadenfreude is broken by the consistent wave of pain brought by their words.

Rather than resisting, he has an unusually low tolerance for such things. A weakness he wasn't aware of?

pawn? Without warning, he feels he's being puppeted once again.

Even if it's not really asking anything of him. It's not much different from Van-Fem, he thinks.

"What do you stand to gain from idly watching?"

"That's all?"

Disbelief, rather than disappointment. He assumes what kind of existence he's dealing with from an answer like that alone.

Capricious beings who are content from spectating alone, the kind of existence that's never felt truly threatened before.

Is he becoming another creature's ↷

// Everytime I think the guy who's stalking me is gone, he makes a grand return. Sorry for the little hiatus I didn't have enough spoons to deal with being harassed again.

a corpse isn't it? You'd have to kill them. Still, really cool..."

"We can't, but there's ways around it."

Not that he'd share the how or why. The last thing he needs is to return to ash because he decided to take a stroll.

"The jiki...ninki... Oh! Human eaters! How cool... Is it just corpses, or... No wait, if you try to eat a living person, that's still just ↷

// So it turns out I have not been getting notifications on this account. I just assumed I had no replies. Whoops.

#MVRP

// He is so fucking weird. I blocked him after seeing how he acted towards EVERY female muse.

... Sure. He kneels down and holds his hand out for... Whatever it is they were using to play fetch.

detector, rather than uniquely a detector of the supernatural. That's why I missed you, you may as well have been a chipmunk by that tree.

But if it wears a human face and feels like a chipmunk, that sets off a different alarm."

whatsoever... Then he pities him. All throughout, he maintains his same mildly-pleasant but mostly-serious expression so as to maintain an air of dignity.

It's a worthless apology if he just goes and offends Tomio all over again.

"Nothing to feel bad about. I would say mine is mostly a non-human

He doesn't seem to mind. Infact, he basks in the attention. He'd pose if not for the sorry state of his appearance.

"A vampire, in the simplest of terms."

He gestures with his thumb towards the shallow grave. "That was dinner."

He finds it somewhat amusing that Tomio has no supernatural senses ↷

Can I wish for everyone to suffer forever?