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"Of course you prefer it." Mikio rolled his eyes at the older man. He Zan was doing it to mess with him but he didn't particularly mind it and even if he did, Zan could easily beat him up. Mikio flipped Zan off, a smirk stretched on his face.

"Well I'm charmed, I’ve never had someone fascinated by my bottom. Ohh~ shouldn't we start out a bit smaller, I'm not sure my bottom could handle something so big first try." Mikio patted his bottom, attempting to act shy. "Telling someone I can see spirits and what-not, wouldn't get me a date. Of course dating seems kind of useless, what’s so good about something like that. What's your experience with dating?" Mikio looked at Zan, raising on of his eyebrows.

"I still prefer gutterfish, though!" He grinned, and felt tempted to mess with the other’s hair again. It was fun to harass Mikio, more than it was with most people. Probably because the kid was too small to cause him massive amounts of damage, which was always good.

"I���m fascinated by it. Kind of want my foot up there, to be honest," he said in reference to ‘knowing about his ass’. "That makes you sound really pathetic, dude. Might wanna reword that, mention that you’re able to contact ghost’s, so you sound cooler, or you’ll never get a date." … you’re one to give relationship advice, Zanxeri, you’ve never even dated before.

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Mikio's expression soured as Zan picked a fight with him. He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes to the left. "I think I will make my life into a literary work, and if you say pretty please and give me one of your pretty smiles I might give you an autograph." Mikio ran his thumb against his own mouth and smiled as charming as he could stomach.

The clairvoyant regained his naturally irritated expression as Mikio was reminded that the halfwit in front of him did "risk his life" for the teenager. "This fishy has a name, Tanaka Mikio!" The kid hated when Zan called him Gutterfish instead of Mikio.

Trying to avoid explaining himself, he shook his head. "You'd like to know about my ass wouldn't you?" Mikio stuck his tongue out. "There isn’t anything to worry about, just not used to human communication."

Rolling his eyes, he didn’t give two shits over whether or not gutterfish was a desirable name. It was the name he’d assigned to the younger boy.

"Sounds dramatic. Ever thought of writing a book about yourself?" Raising a brow at him, he reached over to mess up the boy’s hair, "well, I don’t have ghosts poking at my ass day and night, that’s naturally a pretty nice thing. Other than when I decide to stick up for little fishies," he gave a nice reminder of a little while ago— when he’d practically killed himself [not really, but he has to be dramatic, too!] to help Mikio.

But he was observing some form of awkwardness, which was weird for him, as he was usually the awkward one. “You look like something’s being shoved up your ass, I’d be more concerned about you than me.”

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Mikio was a loner so he was used to traveling alone and hanging around odd places. So it was unusual for him to be approached. Realizing it was a familiar face caused Mikio to calm down. "Knock it off with the gutterfish already!" Mikio called out, shooting the older man a glare. "There's always some supernatural shit after me, nothing too bothersome this time." Mikio shifted his gaze to the floor. Mikio wasn't used to being so open with someone so it made him feel more weary than when he was alone. He scratched his upper arm, making eye contact with Zan. "What about you? Is everything OK with you?" He spoke almost awkwardly.

It wasn’t unusual for Zanxeri to see the same person twice— he didn’t travel a whole lot, and if he did, he rarely went back to the place or stayed long at all. In this case, seeing the semi-familiar face of the persnickety ‘gutterfish' which he had met not long ago, was actually a bit welcome of a sight.

He’d been just hanging around in a more deserted part of the park, since it was quieter— and since it was so nice out, it wasn’t like it was a burden to be outside.

Spotting the younger boy, he blinked. “Aw, Gutterfish! What’cha doing out here? Any other ghosty’s after you?” He tilted his head as he approached the much shorter male, crossing his arms as he did such. He seemed sarcastic, yes— but more welcoming than he was to half the people he knew.

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"You deserved that you piece of reckless SHIT!" Mikio's voice was angry but there was a hint of something more concerned. He may have never attacked one of the entities but he knew how dangerous they could get.

He started walking, trying his best to keep the man steady. Zan towered over the clairvoyant, making it harder to even out the weight on Mikio's shoulders. He cursed under his breathe wishing Zan wouldn't have messed with the spirit. "It'll only take us a few minutes to get to my house, even at this speed." Mikio kept his pace matched to that of Zan.

"Next time you try a stunt like that make sure I don't have to see it." They made their way out of the park and onto the city sidewalks. Mikio lived in a small, older apartment that was usually rented out to college students on a fixed income or seniors that had nowhere else to go.

As they made their way to the two story dust colored building Mikio had worked up a sweat. Zan would be the first person besides himself to see the almost empty apartment. "Lucky for you I live on the bottom floor, so we don't have any stairs to go up."

ＳＨＩＶＥＲ [ Zanxeri / Mikio ]

That look of pure rage did not predict any good outcome, but unfortunately he didn't have time to prepare for the punch that almost knocked him off his feet.

"—what the Hell!" Holding his face, he whined, blue eyes tearing up even as he tried to glare down at the boy; struggling to keep his balance.

"I’ve lived through worse—" He groaned, and shook his head, blinking a few time. "You offer me a place to stay after punching me in the face?!" Exasperated, he almost wished he could muster up the strength [and lack of sympathy], to punch the little shit right on back.

Somehow he managed to gather all his graces and accept the offer as well as the help, since he was a little woozy if nothing else.

"… fiiine. It’s the least you can do for almost breaking my fuckin’ nose."

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Mikio looked over the others face a few moments. He had no idea what this guy was thinking or why he acted the way he did. "You-" Mikio felt his blood boiling. Without another word spoken, Mikio threw his fist into the man's face.

Mikio had never felt so mad at anyone in his life. He told him it could be dangerous but he totally disregarded his life. "Aren't you alone!? Who would save you if you hadn't taken the spirit all the way out. I'm useless; I would have gotten in the way." Mikio yelled at the man.

Mikio held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. He let out an agitated sigh, slipping his hand around the man's waist, and the other's arm rest on Mikio's shoulders. "Shit...my house isn't far. You can rest up there." Mikio hissed out. He knew that because of his height that he probably wasn't that much help, but at least he could say he tried. He did feel bad that Zan was in his current condition, so giving him a place to stay until he was better was the least he could do. Zan had really haled him and he was courteous enough to show thanks even if he was a rude little snot.

ＳＨＩＶＥＲ [ Zanxeri / Mikio ]

The vomiting of GO pieces went unnoticed by the paralyzed man, who was struggling to get some way to move. After a minute or two of effort, he finally blinked, and took a deep breath as he felt his shoulders grow heavy. Not because of Mikio holding them, but just from the sheer energy it took to hit that damn thing.

"—I’m fine," he spoke, though his voice was hoarse, "— guess that thing was a bit more powerful than I thought—" he blinked a few more times, before his scythe seemed to take it upon itself to shrink back to its portable size; resting in Zanxeri’s closed hand.

"Are you alright…?" Just catching the sight of blood around Mikio’s mouth, his eyebrows furrowed. He was still too dazed to— well, fall back into his asshole-ish attitude. Probably a good thing.

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Mikio's expression became violent as Zan reminded him that he was a kid, making the teenager feel so small. With the next sentence that came out of the others mouth Mikio fell silent. To him it was evident that he was alone, just like he knew the sky was blue, but having it said like that made Mikio feel worse about it He loosened his grip on the man's arm and stepped back to let Zan do as he wanted.

With the fierce swipe the spirit fought back. He had never felt something so powerful, not even the feeling of when he became a wondering entity. The spirits energy blasted as he felt himself being pushed out of living world. The blast caused Mikio to cough up almost half a set of GO game pieces. He held his hand to his moth to gather the pieces along with a mixture of blood and saliva.

With the spirit vanishing, Mikio turned his attention from the GO pieces to Zan. Mikio narrowed his eye taking a few steps forward to look at the other's expression. His eyes widened noticing something was wrong. Mikio dropped the GO pieces and moved in front of Zan.

"Y-You ok?" Mikio sent both his hands on Zan's shoulders.

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"You are some kid! You’re hardly an adult!” Snapping angrily at Mikio, he seemed to be adamant of this. “You said yourself no one is waiting for you to come home, you are alone! Who’s to say you’ll even make it back there?!” It was— strange of him to be worried for someone he seemed to dislike, but he felt some amount of sympathy for the younger— as, he was once in a very similar situation.

Not caring for the boy’s conscience, he gave an irritated noise before he simply charged forward, and with a rather powerful swing, he hit the spirit with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm [but at least he didn’t miss]. Keeping his ground was a bit tough, as he was struggling to hold the blade against the practically-physical spirit, which was obviously throwing a tantrum. It definitely was not pleased with Zanxeri, though perhaps the affects of the blade would deflect any of the damage from coming to Mikio.

Unfortunately, the wielder of the scythe was not as lucky, as he was barely able to stand after the impact of the attack— especially when the spirit’s power was dwindling as it likely was trying to fight with everything it had— before the scythe apparently claimed the power for its own, defeating the creature while Zanxeri stood there; stunned, and unable to move.

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"I'm not some kid!" Mikio sneered; he hated hearing people call him a kid. The words sounded even worse to Mikio coming from Zan, like it was some way for the other to look down on the petite teenager.

The spirit felt satisfied knowing that the more crap he caused, the more likely Mikio would want Zan to stop. The spirit had come to Mikio in hope of finding his old GO board so he could see it one last time. Why can't I have one last chance! I could have been the best...

The spirit couldn't actually talk but the deepest regrets of the spirit were shot loudly through Mikio's head. The teenager gripped down harder onto the others arm. "Fuck you! As if I want this thing around me, I just want to be left alone." Mikio's voice sounded scattered.

"If you attack it, the spirit might be able to inflict some real damage on you, it attacking me is one thing but attacking you, someone who had nothing to do with this in the first place is a whole other thing." Mikio may have had a bad attitude and horrid social skills but he still had a conscience. “You may piss me off more than anyone I’ve ever met but…” Mikio cut himself off.

Even if Zan sounded confident, Mikio had never seen someone who could get rid of the spirits so he wasn't sure what would happen once Zan swung his scythe at the spirit.

ＳＨＩＶＥＲ [ Zanxeri / Mikio ]

This kid— he swore Mikio would be either the death of him, or vis versa. Such an annoying child, yet he still felt compelled to assist him.

Seemed he wasn’t doing as good of a job as he could’ve, though.

"Like it’s any better to be a little snot-nosed kid!" He snapped back, before rolling his eyes. His attention was now off of the smaller male, as he didn’t really want to focus on such a frustrating teaser.

—his gaze did go to the other when his arm was grabbed, as he had been pretty preoccupied with his goal beforehand—

His eyes narrowed at the display of destruction, and he gripped his weapon tighter, before letting out a bit of a growl.

"You really want it to hang around that badly? It’ll only do this again. I could destroy the thing— that’s quite an offer for you, kiddo, I could just leave you to be fucked by it, if you want,” under the impression that ‘it gets worse before it gets better’, was an appropriate way to sum things up, he looked down to Mikio, before over to the spirit, which he was so tempted to wipe the floor with. He hated these creatures, whether they had good or bad intentions. It mattered not a fucking bit to him.

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"Ohh~ you’d have to buy me dinner before you get anywhere near my ass." Mikio was by nature a witty little snark but it wasn't a well-known fact because he kept to himself. The spirit was well aware of what the scythe could do to him. He planned to keep his distance from the pair as long as Zan was around. The entity knew that Mikio had no way of fighting anything off. It was curious about the stranger and where the man got his abilities. The spirit moved to the side, gauging how visible he was to Zan. "Well I was never properly taught how to deal with those people; my parental unit was just as straight forward as me." Mikio shrugged at the man's amusement. Mikio was shocked to hear Zan was that much older than him. Although his expression only showed a slight tinge of shock, his eyebrows raised and his facial expression blank. "You're an old man." Mikio cracked a crooked smirk. Hearing the next comment Mikio ran his hand through the back of his hair. "Y'know it’s not really that late, besides I live alone so I don't have to worry about anyone waiting for me at home, much easier that way." Mikio spoke as if he felt better living alone, but sometimes that wasn't the case.

As Zan moved closer to the ghost, the air around them frosted. Suddenly the pair was able to see their breathe. Mikio started coughing, like something was caught in his throat.  "What...are you doing?" Mikio coughed up. Whatever Zan was going to do the spirit did not like it, whatever plant life was within ten feet of them browned as it died. Mikio grabbed Zan's arm to get his attention. "Zanxeri the affects that spirit is causing may not be that much to you but it's amplified on me." Even though the air around them was frosting, Mikio was sweating. The more the spirit caused the better he could be seen by Zan.

ＳＨＩＶＥＲ [ Zanxeri / Mikio ]

"I will not hesitate to shove this up your ass," he growled in warning— whether serious or not, his eyebrow twitched and he looked pretty pissed. He wanted to strangle Mikio, yet at the same time felt some sort of duty to be polite, or at least civil. Perhaps it was because of he didn’t like the idea of a younger person being stuck in situations he once had been in himself.

Vaguely able to sense and locate the spirit, Zanxeri let his gaze slide over to it. To him, it wasn’t much more than a shadow, and definitely would be hard to hit should it get antsy. He knew if he did hit it, it wouldn’t take much to defeat it, but the moments inbetween were what worried him.

"Oh, I can tell. You’d do as well with a sensitive person as gasoline with fire," expression showing some form of amusement, he smirked slightly.

Uncurling one hand from the scythe’s pole for a moment before taking a better grip on it, he seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts for a few seconds— until the younger male spoke up in a mocking way.

"I’ve never kept track, but I assume twenty-five," he gave a bit of a huff, before frowning. "… you’re pretty young to be out and about by yourself," ironically sincere for once, he couldn’t prevent the worry from showing, at least for a little bit.

It was then that he took a sudden step forward, and shifted the weight of the scythe so that he could hold it in what was a battle stance once he’d taken a few more steps to be behind Mikio. “Your abilities may be shit, but you don’t deserve to have a loser like this bothering you,” his eyes narrowed in the general direction of the spirit, though he was talking to his new acquaintance.

"Take notes, kid, someday you should be wielding a weapon all your own."

“‘sides, this thing isn’t half as powerful as the demons I’ve seen! Weakling!" Intending to anger the spirit enough so that it was easier to sense, he took it upon himself to try and attack the creature, even if it was fairly hard to locate.

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Mikio shot the other a crooked smirk. "Oh senpai you took notice of plain ol' me." Mikio acted as if he was some blushing school girl talking to her crush. He set both his hands on his cheeks and looked at Zan as if he was madly in love with him. "Abilities I don't fucking want." Mikio returned to is monotone expression and sneered.

"Just making sure you're not, sensitive people piss me off." Mikio snatched his hand back and stuck his middle finger in the air. He was never good with people who were sensitive, most of the time they ended up hating him more than others.

"I'm not stupid." Mikio retorted instead of a simple 'thank you' or 'ok'.

Mikio looked back to his unwanted visitor. It looked as if it was curious about Zan and the scythe. Sensing that it was something dangerous to it, the spirit reacted violently causing Mikio to break out into a cold sweat, trembling violently. "Oh it’s not happy about that thing." Mikio turned back to Zan.

Mikio shrugged at Zan's reaction. "Well I've always pretended to not see them so I've never needed a weapon. The only things I get close fight is normal humans because they hate the way I act or something." Mikio looked as if he reading something from a paper almost bored.

Mikio took the question by surprised. He opened his mouth just to close it again. He bit his bottom lip as if he was trying to answer a calculus equation. "if you must really know, I'm seventeen, probably turning 18 sometime in the next five months or so." Mikio had never really celebrated his birthday so he sometimes forgot it. "How old are you?" Mikio asked in a mocking tone.

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"Technically, I don’t think you can be considered useless," appearing a bit irritated for some reason, he huffed. "Even if you’re a bit freaky, you still have some sort of… abilities?" He tried to word that as best as he could, but shrugged it off and essentially gave up.

Chuckling though not necessarily with a jolly way about himself, he rose an eyebrow down at the kid. “M’not sensitive about that shit,” he stated; watching as the other ran his fingers down the blade.

"Careful, you could cut yourself pretty easily," call him motherly but he didn’t want to have to clean blood of the metal anytime soon.

Blinking, he shifted just a bit to make the burden of the scythe a bit easier to deal with. Ever since it’d come out, he’d become calmer, which wasn’t abnormal for him. He wasn’t even aware of whether or not that demon— ghost, whatever it may’ve been, was still around. Perhaps the magical parts of the scythe kept it at bay, as it did for most dark hearted creatures.

"Kicking and punching?!" His eyes widened, and he looked to be torn between amusement and shock. "That’s not gonna do much for you against anything, kid! You need a weapon." For whatever reason, he was passionate on this fact.

"… how old are you, anyway?" He was suddenly quieter, his eyebrows furrowing as he finally took in how much of a kid Mikio did look like. Without being blinded by panic or anger, it wasn’t hard to see that the boy was actually very young, at least, to Zanxeri. He considered himself ‘very young’, when he ran away from home at around sixteen— and that was about a decade ago.

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"Yeah that would be a good idea except I'm completely useless!" Mikio called out. It’s not like he never thought of it, he wished he could fight back and show the intruders that he didn't have time for them but he couldn't. He didn't have any abilities outside of his clairvoyance ability.

"I wasn't meaning it in a bad way, sometimes the unusual is good." Mikio wasn't sure if the other would take what he said as an insult. He wasn't usually one to try and comfort people but he also wasn't usually someone who got helped.

"Well aren't you a bit sensitive, as if being plain really mattered to you." Mikio sneered. He stepped a few movement closer and stuck his tongue out.

Mikio ran his eyes along the blade of the scythe; he's never seen something like it before. Mikio reached his hand out and ran his fingers along the cool metal. "I'm sure my guest wouldn't last a moment against this thing." Mikio looked as if he was in a trance while staring at the blade.

Upon hearing Zan's question he glared up. It wasn't that he didn't know how, he's just never been in a fight to test his skill. "I suppose I should know, I mean punching and kicking shouldn't be that hard, right?" Mikio didn't seem to understand if it was strange that he'd never been in a fight.

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"If you can see them and they can hurt you, why don’t you go about learning how to beat the shit outta ‘em?" Tilting his head, he pursed his lips at the younger. It was nice to finally know his name, since he’d been pretty curious of it for the past few minutes.

"… and yeah, I’ve heard it’s unusual," he spoke under his breath, not seeming to fancy his name very much. It wasn’t a name he’d chosen, and it wasn’t the name he’d been given at birth, either. Close, but not quite.

Rolling his eyes again, he gave a deadpan look. “Gee, I feel flattered for not being too plain for you, gutterfish.” Of course he wasn’t going to use his name, since that’d be too easy.

"Nothing much for the moment, but if our guest decides to cause trouble, I’m sure it’ll have fun attacking me," he seemed almost lazy at the moment, compared to how antsy he’d been before. Perhaps the scythe gave him confidence; it was, after all, a weapon with magical properties, meant to attack the supernatural. He wouldn’t have ever used it if it couldn’t be used for such.

"… do you know how to fight at all?" His eyes narrowed, and he wondered if this Tanaka Mikio— had ever even tried to defend himself against the seemingly harmful creatures which he saw. Surely he believed in magic, if such bizarre things happened— why didn’t he learn some to repel the spirits?

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Mikio tilted his head, he pondered over the sentence Zan had just said. He has always lived his life to become normal. He wanted to be free of the abilities that set him apart from most people.

"Rebel...?" Although he knew what the word meant, it was still foreign to him. He had always wanted to 'fit in' with the world, so rebelling wasn't something he considered. He had left the house in a bit of a rush so he wasn’t wearing a proper jacket, just a thin dark colored sweater which was the closest thing to the door.  Mikio sneered after hearing Zan’s comment on ignoring them. “True, but that’s how I’ve always done it. I don’t know about you but I can see them almost as clear as I can see you, plus they can cause me harm and affect my possessions.” Mikio rubbed his shoulders. The air had suddenly become very thin causing his breathing to be short. “I figured you were human-!” Mikio would have gone on but was cut off by a harsh cough. “I’m not familiar with asking for the names of people. So I just kind of screw it up.” Mikio shrugged. “Zanxeri….that’s an unusual name. I’m Tanaka, Tanaka Mikio.” He found the other’s name interesting. He was always surrounded by plain people so he rarely got to hear names like Zanxeri. When mention of the man’s abilities, Mikio just furrowed his brow and listened. When the weapon was placed in Zan hands Mikio stepped back. “Tt, I guess you’re not as plain as you come across.” Mikio had seen some pretty strange things but this was new. “What do you plan to do with that, Zanxeri?” Mikio took the chance to say the other name. 

ＳＨＩＶＥＲ [ Zanxeri / Mikio ]

While he was not necessarily that interesting, and he was most definitely born a human, he had been touched by magic. Magic that did more bad than it did good. He’d been cursed, more-so. Perhaps Mikio was not sensing Zanxeri himself, but a demon which lay deep within him, one which was slowly draining his life force.

"You live your life to rebel against those who want to end it," was all the blue-haired man said, shaking his head. That was his only way to view things, as not many years ago, he’d have rather ended his life and the expectations that people had, than go on. But he learned that if he rebelled just enough, he could cause unending chaos and anger within other people, of which could almost challenge his own inner turmoil.

Shrugging his shoulders, he rolled his eyes. “You can’t ignore them, but you can pretend to. It’s bound to annoy the piss out of them.” It’s what he did, with the endless line of people who wanted to rip his head off and cook it in a hotpot with their friends.

He seemed a bit insulted when he was asked what he could do, which only made him give a growl like huff. “I’m called a human. My name is Zanxeri, and as for what I can do,” he took the scythe pendant which hung around his neck, and threw it up— catching the huge weapon that shifted from such and fell back down into his hands. “I can use this. I don’t know many things that can best a scythe,” he stated this as he rested the massive weapon across his shoulders.

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Mikio looked as if he was physically in pain when Zan started talking, his eyes subconsciously rolled to one side. He had spent the majority of his teenage years trying to find a way to get rid of his abilities.  "Yeah because I love it when the assholes harass be for weeks on end. They can psychically hurt me...so I have to be cautious with certain things." Mikio crossed his arms. "Whats the point of living a long life if its lame."  Mikio's supernatural senses were impeccable so when he first laid eyes on Zan he felt something but this was the first time he was second guessing his abilities because teh other didn't seem to be anything more than human. Mikio didn't really get what the other was saying, but before he could ask he choked hearing the name gutterfish. "You piece of..."

Mikio hissed. "If you listened you would know that I can ignore them, so what if they harass me for awhile...That's just what happens." Mikio's expression darkened when the worlds left his mouth. "What could you do anyways?" Mikio asked, realizing he always didn't know the strangers name. "...what are you called?" Mikio was not good at becoming familar with people.

ＳＨＩＶＥＲ [ Zanxeri / Mikio ]

Gritting his teeth, he felt his eye twitch as he started to glare at the younger male. He’d much rather shove his foot up the kid’s ass if he was going to touch him in the first place.

He was just about to say something likely vulgar, but he opened his mouth just to close it when he heard Mikio go on. He’d have to wait to get a word in, it seemed.

As much as he could’ve said something on the topic of mother’s hating their children, he decided not to. The memories of such times were mostly gone, anyway. No need to bring them back. Not when he’d paid so much to have them taken away.

Surprisingly able to only focus on the insult at the end of that tangent, he developed a deadpan expression.

"Anyone with half a brain cell would know not to fuck with a demon, or any other freak of nature, either. I’m human, I’d like to live a rather long life, not commit suicide by stupidity.”

… that annoying smile did make him feel somewhat guilty, as much as he despised the reoccurring emotion.

"… that’s not to say I can’t handle those fuckers. And a kid shouldn’t be dealing with them, even if they are a—" he had noted how freak was a trigger-word of sorts, and he abruptly stopped speaking, "… a, gutterfish. One with fucked up abilities. … whatever.” He’d put a hand to his head, and his attempt at being nice only made him have a headache. It’d been a subtle way to offer help to the kid, who’s name he didn’t even know.