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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Mt. Justice.
💀 The Lounge.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 N/A.
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“Has anyone told you that you think hella’ too much, Night Light?” Coal stretched his wings before the bird’s flight evened their distance, soon perching atop Casper’s shoulder where the avian belonged. 

[color=FFE4C4]”Somebody’s got to do the bloody thinking..,”[/color] Hex responded, claws tapping the controller as channels zapped by, audio barely sustaining itself with every shift. 

“Oi’! Your British is showing!” The spirit pointed out, “don’t get your knickers in a twist, love! I dinnae’ mean nothin’ by it!” Coal laughed, earning a small grin from his friend. It would be a lie to claim that the bird’s mock accent wasn’t entertaining, but his Casper’s dialect was somewhat hidden beneath that ghostly voice, despite its prevalence. Perhaps it was easy to forget that Hex was, in fact, English, considering his circumstances. Perhaps it was easy to forget that he was from [i]anywhere[/i]. People tended to reserve nationalities for those who presented a human appearance. “Gods save the bloody queen.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Bitch is alive because she hired us to prolong her life to like.., a million..,”[/color] Casper stated in a manner most casual, his eyes glued to the television. ‘Ghost Hunters’, a rather fitting program, to be sure. However, the unimpressed expression on Casper’s face confessed to its fake nature. He saw no phantasms on screen, no ghosts, or apparitions. All he witnessed were people making fools of themselves by shouting questions into empty darkness. 

“Wait, what!?” Coal replied, clearly shocked, “the fuck was that!?” He blinked. “You’re serious!?” 

[color=FFE4C4]”She’s older than she looks..,”[/color] came a shrug, Casper’s drink meeting his lips for another sip. 

“She looks a thousand!” The bird countered, earning a playful smirk, in turn. Was this true? Was any of this true? Perhaps. A certainty came in the form of Hex’s behavior, however. He was not typically this carefree or laid back, but would anyone observe the boy’s interactions with Coal, surprise was imminent. With Coal, Casper felt comfortable. The surrounding world tended to vanish, leaving place for a boy and his bird, and little else. It was where no expectations found themselves expressed, and where friendship replaced insecurity and obligation. 

[color=FFE4C4]”Think they’ll realize that they’re talking to air..?”[/color] Hex motioned a claw at the television.

“Hey, don’t change the subject!” Coal protested, only moments before the bird was swept from Casper’s shoulder and held on the teen’s lap. “Cuddles won’t get you out of this!” The spirit exclaimed, unable to stifle his laughter as a result of Casper’s claws rubbing befeathered sides. Despite taking the shape of a crow, Coal was quite large and easily mistaken for a raven, something he was all too eager to correct. “And no, they won’t, because that’s not what makes a show!” 

Releasing his feathery friend from tickled torture, Casper leaned back, arms still circling the bird. [color=FFE4C4]”Coal, that voice I keep hearing..,”[/color] Hex’s demeanor mellowed into a more serious approach. [color=FFE4C4]”It’s daunting..”[/color]

Craning his neck, beady black eyes met Casper’s ghostly spheres, “should we tell the others?” 

A pause lingered, Hex’s shark-like teeth clenching as his embrace of Coal tightened. What were the others going to do? Red Tornado couldn’t begin to understand the spiritual world, and neither Arrow nor the Canary were versed in mystical arts. Perhaps Casper was able to confide in his mother, but she had enough responsibilities without interference. The same held true for Zatanna. [color=FFE4C4]”I need to figure out what it is first..,”[/color] the boy offered, [color=FFE4C4]”we are all getting used to each other, and this..-”[/color]

“Isn’t what they signed up for?” Coal suggested, finishing Hex’s statement. He earned a small nod, in response. “That’s bullshit, though. You all signed up for the same thing. Being there for each other.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Right now, we’re all just getting used to being in the same room..,”[/color] the Wraithborn stood, holding his bird as a frown bridged across his lips. Only time would tell where this journey was bound to take them. [color=FFE4C4]”What comes first, Coal? My teammates, or the voice in my head..?”[/color]

“One should give you the strength to deal with the other.” Talons gripped Hex’s forearm as Coal stood, their focus lining up. “So put on that corny-ass plague doctor mask you’ve hidden in your room, and represent the dark side in this fucking rainbow squad.” 

With his lips parting for a faint grin, Casper shook his head. [color=FFE4C4]”Bloody tosser..”[/color]