Sang: Maybe we should just walk it off then, hm? In a minute, of course. Right now we can just relax~
Older Seok: Fuchsia, they’re fine. I can see Sang’s lips moving. Kind of, they’re pretty far out... They don’t look like they’re panicking though. *Turns back to the brunet. Hey, you okay?
Pierce: If you say so... Come on, Wave. Let’s go.
Seok: And now that we’re alone~ *Takes Fuchsia’s hand and drags him into the changing room.
Older Sang: I have to. He might hate me for it, but at least he’ll know he has a father somewhere.
Older Pierce: It’s called being polite. *Hits it back when it bounced toward her.
*Ouija was a little over 7 feet tall with teeth like a shark, eyes of a viper, talons like a hawk, and a long tail whipping behind her. Xan, despite his talk, sat glued to his chair with his icy gaze locked on the mirror in front of him. He’d never seen something so...grotesque, and he’d seen quite a lot.
Ouija: What’s wrong?
*Even her voice sounded inhuman. It almost sent chills down the man’s spine.
Ouija: Am I not pretty anymore? Do you think you can just treat me like garbage?
Director: Looks like I was doing your friend a favor. Who would want to wake up next to that?
Ouija: *Growling low in her throat.
Adult Pierce: *Stepping inside the bar behind Gage. I think he’d much rather wake up beside me than either of you b*tches at this rate.