[He never steers too close, especially now that she knows he's here now, but neither does he stray too far despite that. How can he? In all his life of seeing ghosts this is the first time it's really felt like he's witnessing an impossible spirit. He hangs around the corner, just out of her sight. He should go, leave her be, but he can't. He'll just have to resign himself to once again watching someone else live.
He didn't expect her to actually be entertaining.
At the words The Terminal From Hell, he nearly chokes on laughter. She moves on to speaking of vampires. He's never, in this part of his existence, had to muffle laughter before. He's not doing a good job. A snort and snicker escape when she moves on to the "daemon". She gets to the supposed changeling and he can't take it, he can't even plead mercy (not that he'd ever). He barks a high guffaw and cackles helplessly, sliding back against the wall and almost losing the dark sunglasses.]
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He didn't expect her to actually be entertaining.
At the words The Terminal From Hell, he nearly chokes on laughter. She moves on to speaking of vampires. He's never, in this part of his existence, had to muffle laughter before. He's not doing a good job. A snort and snicker escape when she moves on to the "daemon". She gets to the supposed changeling and he can't take it, he can't even plead mercy (not that he'd ever). He barks a high guffaw and cackles helplessly, sliding back against the wall and almost losing the dark sunglasses.]