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    Sitting of the corner of the closet she had been locked into, Temperance prodded the door in hopes of finding a way out to get back home.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]the ghost had been floating around the castle, making a kind of grumbling-whimpering sound as he passed some of the rooms. no on in the skulls seemed to mind him sulking throughout the mansion all the time, which he found strange but comforting at the same time. nobody wanted to bother him,,, which showed they they probably respected him. unlike the people he used to know. they did not respect him or even like him - always calling him names and treating him like he was crazy. ( he was, but still. in his mind, most of the time, he wasn't. ) everyone always bugged him and got in his personal space, so going to a place where they actually think that he was pleasant, was a nice feeling for him.


    his tail flicked as he went around the corner, before he turned around - his amethyst gaze falling onto the closet - which was making noises. the kitten he captured was in there. ahh. that conversation they had a little while ago, with his skullmates telling her all of those things..how confusing. he bet she was quite confused, too. it was a pretty strange way of doing things, after all. he had not known of such a concept in his life. his old tribe were a bunch of neutrals, so they did not use lies or anything. they just made a bunch of petty events, and made gifts for others. hm,, either way,, the world probably was not for him, was it? yeah, that was it. he was a spirit, trying to get back to the demon world..and that was the story. waiting for his father.


    opening up the closet, he would blink a few times. " hey. who put you in there? " he asked after a few minutes, as he looked at her thoughtfully.

    Craning her head up to stare at him, Temperance's ears folded as she recognized who was standing before her, "I-I dunno... Another me-mean per-per-person." She stammered, backing up until her bum hit the wall. The cub knew her father loved her and that she had many friends that did too, but it was confusing and some of their words had begun to get to her. Where is he? Does he not care?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]' another ' mean person? hmm..he supposed he was mean. but putting it bluntly was not needed, since he was already very aware of his faults. so necessarily, what she said to him just now was pretty mean. the spirit let out a sort of huff, simply about to get away from her and leave her there - but stayed. " well, get out. i don't know why someone put you in there, but they weren't doing their job, " he stated, as his eyes flickered onto the living area, then back at the kitten. he could not really do much to her, anyhow. he was a ghost...so honestly nothing could be done. he used to be a blood sucking vampire, so that would have been bad, but yeah. now he was just tired. not like his brother, shuu, kind of tired..but just tired on the inside.

    "W-well wha-what were they-they suppose to-to-to do?" She was curious as to where she was supposed to go if not the closet. Temperance included them all in her little mean people group, from the people that had nothing to do with her until she got here, to the person who ordered a capture from home.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]he let out a sigh, tail flicking lightly. " let you roam around in the mansion, since they planned on treating you nicely. " the spirit answered simply, lifting an invisible eyebrow at that question. he would think it was quite obvious where else they would put her,, but supposed she was a kitten. so did not think as clearly.

    "N-Nicely?" Sighing, the half angel rubbed her head, Man, the lies just keep piling up here. Next thing you know they'll be telling me that I poop jelly beans. Laying back down, Temperance kept her back to him in efforts to shut him out like everyone else.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]" well, that was their plan,,, but i guess not, " the ghost scoffed, as his tail flicked once he noticed her lying back down - which caused him to go to a more dazed expression. he was a bit confused. " are you ignoring me...? " he meowed, his voice suddenly sounding like that of a lonely child, as it had a sort of bite at the end of it. he did not really like that... especially because how he was still speaking to her. why would she do that? as a kid, too? she was already acting like that...huh. tears slightly formed in the spirits eyes as he waited for a reply, making no attempt to wipe them - but instead just have a on the brink of crying expression.

    "I-If I ig-ignore the nigh-nightmares long-long-long enough maybe it-it'll go away." She murmured her explanation, so yes, she was ignoring him and saw him and his clan mates as night mares. Temperance has pulled her wings in close to use as a security blanket and scrunched up into the smallest ball she could get herself in.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]nightmare, hm? " i've never heard of that tactic before... " he meowed, in a mumble, but still understandable - as he finally wiped his eyes in an attempt to see better again. ignoring the would not help, he would think. " nightmares are nightmares, are they not? you can't escape them...when i was mortal, though, i escaped them. because i never went to sleep, " sometimes he would give into the need of having to go to sleep, and have himself a really terrible dream; but otherwise, one could have always found him in his den - eyes wide while he was tightly hugging his teddy bear.

    "S-so... If I sta-stay awake you-you'll leave me a-a-alone?" Wiggling around, she finally managed to get herself to face him without hurting her weak wings. She was staring at the ground while thoughts swarmed inside her head, ideas popping in and out while the three month old only laid there, montuno less with the expecting of her blinking and breathing.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]he tilted his head slightly as he just got what she meant, since kanato was sometimes a bit oblivious and definitely forgetful. " are you implying that i'm a nightmare? " asked the ghost, as he then sat down, his expression turning a bit cold and emotionless - as it would seem to be quite an obvious look. " i captured someone as lowly as you because that was one of the tasks i was assigned to. then, for some odd reason, which i was not aware of - my skullmates began to act nice towards you, so i said nothing or did nothing to agitate you further. now,,, if you want me to be a nightmare - then i will, because i do not mind whatsoever getting a mortal form just to ring every last drop of blood out of you're tiny little scrawny body, " he stated in a sort of yell towards the end, as there was a certain bite to his tone.


    / all ic opinions, i swear i am nice lol

    Horrified, she stared at him only to begin trembling, unable to speak any sort of defense. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. Finally, Temperance managed to close her eyes with little whimpers.


    //lol, it's okay dear ;3
    He can do that if you want

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]/ nah, he was just intimidating her hehe. i want him to stay a ghost for awhile.


    he snorted at the reaction she gave him, before glancing off to the side slightly and sighing. he honestly did not know why he was putting so much time into her at the moment,, since that did not work too well with his early life - so sooner or later he just thought it of it as kind of pointless. really, he was doing everything in the most loving way possible. but that was just because he was even talking to her in the first place. " but...i don't like when people look at me like that, so can't you just listen? " he meowed, this time in a more pathetic sounding voice.