IC contact

[that_cost]

"It's Charlie. Leave one."

[ooc: IC contact for charlie. also good for action spam, text messages and phone calls. doesn't count towards AC.]

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[that_cost]

I'm outside. Should I come to you?

[useofcuriosity]

Sure.

[that_cost]

[She doesn't say a word in reply. There's a vague sort of...nod...but then silence. She even stays outside for a good five minutes before standing and heading in, seeking Thomas out.

And she doesn't say anything to him. Just watches him. Her expression isn't one of dislike or distrust for once. It's concern. Of all the things for her to show towards Thomas.]

Are you going to leave Joel's daughter alone?

[useofcuriosity]

[He's eating food. For Stiles, not for him.]

I don't feed off children.

[that_cost]

That's not what I asked. [ There's a half smile on her face as she heads to the cabinets to find potato chips. Thomas may notice however that, after studying the bag and moving to open it once or twice, the unopened package is put back.]


I know you'd never feed off of her. Joel doesn't. He's a terrified dad. And he's going to retaliate and react horribly.

[useofcuriosity]

You're not going to eat?

I promised that I would try to stay away from her.

[that_cost]

Good. That's. I mean, you really are trying. I'll do what I can to keep people from poking at you when they don't know what they're dealing with. For his sake.

[ A glance at the bag of chips and a shake of her head. And a lie. ] I'm not hungry.

[useofcuriosity]

You don't have to do that.

[He sighs.] Don't lie to me.

[that_cost]

I kinda do, actually. They're poking at something bigger than them, something they don't understand. I have yet to see a situation like that end well for anyone involved.

[ And he just gets a frown. ]

Leave it alone, Thomas. I'm not interested in food.

[ She's been eating less lately, only to end up eating big in her room at two AM when she just really can't sleep. ]

[useofcuriosity]

If they wanted this to end well, they would stop.

[He sighs, shaking his head. Frances, he's sure, will deal with it.]

[that_cost]

[Probably. She's been doing alright so far.]

Mind if I give you some advice?

[useofcuriosity]

I assume you will either way.

[that_cost]

Not if you say you don't wanna hear it.

[useofcuriosity]

Just say it.

[that_cost]

[ Sigh. ]

Pick and choose when to push back. If someone either just isn't getting it or refuses to give you a chance, step away. Staying and arguing back doesn't work as often as it should.

[useofcuriosity]

That isn't easy for me to do.

[that_cost]

I know. Believe me. Feeling wronged and feeling that need to do something about it? Those are some huge emotions to get past.

Thomas, second chances are hard. If they were easy, the world wouldn't be as fucked as it is.

[useofcuriosity]

That isn't what I mean.

[that_cost]

Explain, then. So I can try to help.

[useofcuriosity]

Regret will harm a kitsune. Do you know that?

[that_cost]

No. That sucks.

[useofcuriosity]

We're amoral. We're not good. We're not evil.

Except for the ghost fox.

[that_cost]

A ghost fox?

[ Charlie settles on a chair at the table, hands folded in front of herself. ]

Tell me about them.

[useofcuriosity]

[He looks at her, for a moment.]

They're dark-hearted. Savage and blood-thirsty. A nogitsune feeds on chaos, pain and strife. A ghost fox feeds on souls.

[that_cost]

Jesus.

[Her facial expression shifts from curiosity to worry. That really did sound horrific.]

Have you met many?