Phantom pain

Macabre · 12-23-2021, 07:09 PM

Macabre didn’t note much of the older boy’s unenthusiastic greeting - unlike most people, he didn’t reflect the same energy as the other person within his conversation, instead, he brandished his own wild personality without a care. With the grin on his mottled face unwavering, the younger child tilted his head slightly at the male’s name. Veigar..pretty cool. He didn’t know what a Veigar was - if it was anything tangible, that is. Perhaps it was just a name without any specific meaning, and he didn’t mind. Nor did he care. He wasn’t what you’d call a considerate character, even for a child. He noted the hesitation in the male’s voice when he declined that he was related, making Mac’s lumiescent grey orbs shimmer softly in some essence of curiosity. For what little he did understand of social mannerisms, Veigar’s pause indicated, on some level, that he was lying. Did he care, though, to pry? Nope. If he said he wasn’t a Klein, so be it. Mac didn’t waste his energy trying to pursue those who claimed the same last name as him. He just encountered them as they came along. "Well, that’s a relief, actually. It’d be weird if the pack were all Kleins, after all," Mac noted out loud, flashing his toothy smile towards the luminescent-freckled boy. He wondered if those glowing spots were from the long night they’d had, or if they were completely natural. His own glowing grey eyes sure weren’t. "Yep! I have my littermates and also my older siblings." He said it with glee, though who was to say his enthusiasm was all genuine? He faked his emotions quite often, surprisingly compared to how dramatic he was. He played the part of whatever mask suited him for each person he met. Who’s to say anyone knew the real him?

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