[If only Guzma could had heard her squeak...it'd give him a sick sort of satisfaction he'd only dreamed of. Alas, one can only keep dreaming.
It's still a bit weird to have Lillie resting against him - he likes the kid plenty, and he's all but adopted her into his faux family of sorts by now - but she is the one he knows the less about. Or, well...not been around as long. He glances down at her head on his shoulder and shifts a little, sniffing as he feels the heat tickle the back of his neck. Definitely not from his anger - that's...well, it's become a calm simmer, the witch won't go away even if he's purple in the face, that much he knows, but there really is no point in working himself up about a ghost. Save his strength for the real deal. How he'd love to backhand the actual Lusamine right across her perfect, pristine, porcelain face...shatter the image of beauty she's dusted herself in.
But those are thought for another time. Lillie nibbles his bait and he's thankful for it. She's a good kid - a smart one, too - and he continues to talk to her, his grip...strangle tight around her. Protective, of course, but also...strangely clingy. Hm.]
Huh, no kidding? gotta thank that ol' mop. Lemme know if y'ever need it braided. Got 'bout, uh...forty little sisters' worth'a practice in me. [And that isn't a lie. The girls would oft do it amongst themselves, but...there is only about three working bathrooms in the mansion. Space gets crowded sometimes, and if the Boss needs to do his hair or shave, you get out or move over.]
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It's still a bit weird to have Lillie resting against him - he likes the kid plenty, and he's all but adopted her into his faux family of sorts by now - but she is the one he knows the less about. Or, well...not been around as long. He glances down at her head on his shoulder and shifts a little, sniffing as he feels the heat tickle the back of his neck. Definitely not from his anger - that's...well, it's become a calm simmer, the witch won't go away even if he's purple in the face, that much he knows, but there really is no point in working himself up about a ghost. Save his strength for the real deal. How he'd love to backhand the actual Lusamine right across her perfect, pristine, porcelain face...shatter the image of beauty she's dusted herself in.
But those are thought for another time. Lillie nibbles his bait and he's thankful for it. She's a good kid - a smart one, too - and he continues to talk to her, his grip...strangle tight around her. Protective, of course, but also...strangely clingy. Hm.]
Huh, no kidding? gotta thank that ol' mop. Lemme know if y'ever need it braided. Got 'bout, uh...forty little sisters' worth'a practice in me. [And that isn't a lie. The girls would oft do it amongst themselves, but...there is only about three working bathrooms in the mansion. Space gets crowded sometimes, and if the Boss needs to do his hair or shave, you get out or move over.]