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[h3][color=#000000]Re'Mane[/color][/h3]
[@Jangel13][@Narcotic Dollie][@King Atlas]

Crouched in front of Ashgrave Aromatics, Re'Mane materialized. In his left hand was a stick that currently had a small bird's skull hanging on the end of it, just barely hanging onto the blunt end. He couldn't touch the skull directly, but with the stick, he could touch things. And right now he was amusing himself with a bird skull that had rolled out from 'Ashgrave Aromatics'. He wasn't sure how it had ended up outside, but after the witch had hurried out, it must have been underfoot and forgotten. 

Child-like was never something he could ever remember being, but that wasn't saying much considering he hardly remembered anything past a certain point. But he was positive he was never allowed to be a child. Or maybe he didn't actually make it out of childhood before he became what he was now? Hm. The question plagued him, but only for a moment before a bit of a laugh escaped him. A very choked sound that sounded much more like someone gagging for breath rather than a laugh. It wasn't really funny to see the skull swish and swoosh as he carefully moved the stick from side to side in time with the music the angel was playing. It wasn't even particularly funny, but he found it endearing in a sense. 

The music, if he was being honest, was what probably had him in such a good mood. Such a soothing, warm thing that flooded his non-existent senses and filled his chest with false peace. And really, it was nice to have a small break from the endless restlessness that was engraved into every fiber of his being. Such a playful tune was always-

[i][b]FWHIP.[/b][/i]

"[color=#000000]HNGH.[/color]" A sudden gasping noise escaped Re'Mane as he accidentally gave the stick a slightly too-hard flick, the delicate bird skull flew right off of it and banged against the door of the shop. The skull cracked from the impact and the phantom felt immense amounts of dread fill him over the false warmth from the angels music. 

"[color=#000000]Oh no.[/color]" He whispered, quickly shuffling himself forward with the stick, attempting to once again pick up the skull with the end of the stick. But this time, it wasn't going too well. With how it broke, it simply couldn't be picked up as it had been before.

"[color=#000000]Oh, come on... go back on.[/color]" A very small sigh of defeat as he continued to fiddle with the skull with the stick. "[color=#000000]Please?[/color]" He asked, just staring at the bird skull, like it could actually reply to him or something. It wasn't like this was the first time he appeared at this shop to play with the tiny skulls the witch had, but this was the first time he broke one of them. But it had just gotten kicked out side... it couldn't have been that important anyway, right?

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