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He stood before the girls with eyebrows raised, a tiny ghost of a smile on His lips. It wasn't everyday He was treated with such..bluntness, but Alex was a special case. She didn't fear Him, one thing He loved about the girl, but it was also one thing which irked Him slightly. She didn't always show the proper respect for beings as old as He and though He was able to take her actions in good fun, sometimes she was needed to be remind of her place. He feigned sadness as she introduced Him to the new soul, "Plants?" He asked dumbfounded, bringing a hand to his chest as if in pain, "I'm horrified by your accusations. You know I favour stalking your kind. So much more.." He looked down to the new girl as Alex released her, "lively."

His eyes returned once more to Alex as she further introduced Him. "He's not really anything actually.." She could've said anything else, but those words stung. Though, they weren't exactly friends, she had known Him long enough to know which buttons shouldn't be pushed. The truth was harsh and He couldn't go against His nature. Living was always such a touchy subject. He took a step back, caught of guard by the flick to the nose. He knew of Alex's games, but her comment put Him on edge and His anger made His actions quick. Fluidly, He grasped her retreating hand and drew her close to Him. Their faces were merely inches apart and knowing the human perception of 'personal space', He gave a knowing and devious smile. "Don't be mean, Alex," He accused, giving her hand a firm squeeze, "I meant no harm." Pulling the girl closer, he suddenly bowed and kissed the top of her hand. He didn't want hard feelings, she was one of His favourite souls afterall, but she needed to be shown her limits from time to time.

As if to add more tension to the meeting, a sudden scream penetrated the air. He stood sighing at the aggravating sound and released Alex's hand. To His disappointment, the newcomers fled before He could do anything. He frowned and slumped slightly. He hadn't even been able to properly introduce Himself yet. Here He was taking the time to welcome the new strays, yet all of Purgatory seemed too interested in screaming. /Honestly/, He wondered, pouting off into the distance, /Since when was screaming preferred over a nice talk?/