[ Pretty - that gets a light snort out of him, a quirk of his lips. Maybe they are, or would be, if there wasn't the ominous reminder of what awaits them in the future, or the flash of a dog's jaws clamping onto his shoulder, a witch's curse seeking purchase in his blood...
Kahlil turns around, half-startled himself by Jack's sudden reaction, a giant raccoon just massacred his bed, so he can be forgiven for being slightly jumpier than usual. Both eyebrows raise in surprise. ]
Yes. That.
[ His eyes had gone fully black by the end, the gold more pronounced. He shakes his head, starts walking toward his bed - and almost gets splinters in his bare feet before changing course towards Jack's bed instead, where he sits down heavily. ]
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Kahlil turns around, half-startled himself by Jack's sudden reaction, a giant raccoon just massacred his bed, so he can be forgiven for being slightly jumpier than usual. Both eyebrows raise in surprise. ]
Yes. That.
[ His eyes had gone fully black by the end, the gold more pronounced. He shakes his head, starts walking toward his bed - and almost gets splinters in his bare feet before changing course towards Jack's bed instead, where he sits down heavily. ]
I don't want to be... that.
[ A god. A demon. ]