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Ignis paused for a moment, trying to choose her next words aptly. She knew that Joshua wouldn't be scared by the unveiling but didn't want him to get the impression that would make the situation more difficult for her. "Well... mine is evil," she admitted, shrugging. "Though, to be honest, I try to balance it through mortals, and let them overcome it rather than let people cause havoc everywhere."
Cue mysterious coughing from Bozo.
Ignoring her friend, who was trying his best to keep a straight face, Ignis smiled. Being fair, she was also trying hard not to laugh, for the very idea of her being responsible or doing what she'd just said was absurd. She simply preferred to cause mayhem among her fellow immortals, and made mortals become psychopathic when she desired. Of course, nowadays she was bound to Pitch (though she loathed to admit that) so had less time to commit acts of evil. Once this whole feud was over she hoped to change that.
"Go on, Bozo," she prodded after a beat passed. "Disappoint him with yours."
Huffing, the younger bluntly growled, "Paranoia."
***
Spike nibbled the hangnail on her little finger, not paying attention to the tiny creature until she looked back up. Her head hung low, letting the small, straggly locks of hair hide her eyes from the acquaintance, though her eyes continued to observe it closely. She then had a sudden thought and snapped her head upwards, forgetting that the skin was still clamped in her teeth so that it ripped off rather painfully, little beads of blood swelling at the tear. Shaking her throbbing finger, the child pointed emphatically to her own teeth and then back at the container, for although she had her set of teeth now, she remembered losing some of her first set when she was a little older than a babe. She'd never seen a creature such as this take her numerous teeth as she'd thrown it away (no merchant in their right mind would pay her for a bloody tooth, after all) and just assumed that they were lost. Back then it had meant nothing to her; teeth were useless, but now they seemed to mean something significant to others. She wondered if a little scene would play out for her if they had been found...
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Sorrow was relieved at the question, and even more so when Nera sat herself down on the felled tree. He gave a little nod and moved himself beside her, though a little further away than he would've liked to. He thought himself stupid but didn't want to make his new friend feel uncomfortable. On the one hand, if he sat too close Nera would perhaps get the wrong impression and think that he was trying to... flirt with her? He liked her, yes, he liked her a lot and he wasn't sure of his true feelings towards her yet. Did he fancy her? He inwardly blanched at the word "fancy", for it sounded trivial, not to be taken seriously. He supposed it was rather like himself. Besides, he had virtually no confidence to speak of and found it hard to remain conversing with her at times, let alone speak his troubled emotions. Anyway, on the other hand, he didn't want to seem to be rude or standoffish by sitting further away. He knew he'd get it wrong one way or the other, so settled on sitting nearly a full metre from the older girl, rubbing the back of his neck with a clenched fist.