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He leaned over, a wicked smile on his face and the same cat she fed earlier perched on his shoulder. His aura didn’t seem evil, or even malicious. He just looked curious and…mischievous maybe? As he stared at her, bright green eyes practically glowing, a grin adorned with teeth too perfect, she couldn’t help but be curious too. She could almost feel comforted by him, as if he were an old friend, if not for one small detail: the feeling of dread he carried on him. Perhaps it was his own. Maybe it was hers, clawing like icy claws through her blood. More likely it came from what she could only call ghosts that surrounded him, haunted him. Every time she blinked, it was like they disappeared and reappeared, something she could brush off as just a trick of the eye. If he could see them, feel them, notice them at all, he didn’t seem bothered by them. Almost like they were all old friends.

“Oh, I’m so so so so sorry, my dear.” His voice, sweet and kind, not entirely what she expected, broke her out of her thoughts. “I’ve been so rude!” He leaned back, grin never wavering, aura never changing, and that same dread still clinging to every part of him. “You can call me Reeves.”

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I've been calling him Reeves so Reeves he shall be

Description

He leaned over, a wicked smile on his face and the same cat she fed earlier perched on his shoulder. His aura didn’t seem evil, or even malicious. He just looked curious and…mischievous maybe? As he stared at her, bright green eyes practically glowing, a grin adorned with teeth too perfect, she couldn’t help but be curious too. She could almost feel comforted by him, as if he were an old friend, if not for one small detail: the feeling of dread he carried on him. Perhaps it was his own. Maybe it was hers, clawing like icy claws through her blood. More likely it came from what she could only call ghosts that surrounded him, haunted him. Every time she blinked, it was like they disappeared and reappeared, something she could brush off as just a trick of the eye. If he could see them, feel them, notice them at all, he didn’t seem bothered by them. Almost like they were all old friends.

“Oh, I’m so so so so sorry, my dear.” His voice, sweet and kind, not entirely what she expected, broke her out of her thoughts. “I’ve been so rude!” He leaned back, grin never wavering, aura never changing, and that same dread still clinging to every part of him. “You can call me Reeves.”

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I've been calling him Reeves so Reeves he shall be