[color=#cccccc]Ruth is many things. Kind being one of his qualities when his mouth is not getting in his way. But, yes. There are others. We have not crossed paths with them however, their traces are distant, faint. Some are in hiding, like Sylaise. [/color]
“Hey,” Ruth snapped, talking to himself, “Shit about that is sensitive. She’s around, what’s that to you, Gramps?” Now he was suspicious and annoyed. Frustrated that the spirit would just hijack him to converse and irritated that information relating to a friend was so easily handed over. “Gods. Is there not a concept of bro’s before hoes in your ancient head?” His head shook, arms folding over.
Ruth frowned. “Apparently they want to speak, regardless if I like it or not. Also, if you keep calling me a child I’m going to start thinking this is a jab at my height. And that’s just rude.” Then without missing a beat. “I have far more inches in me.” Snickering, Ruth rolled his eyes, playing up Revas’ comment about being indignant. To go against the grain was rooted in him, the defiance related to people and actions long past that had only recently knocked on his residence with sobering consequences.
He needed a drink, cursing himself for not bringing the bottle along. He was entirely too sober to be dealing with this bullshit this early.
[color=#cccccc]Ruth is distrustful of most. It is something he needs to work on. The spirit paused a moment and sighed. This will be over quickly Ruth, patience. Then you may have your body returned to you. [/color]
“Hey,” Ruth snapped, talking to himself, “Shit about that is sensitive. She’s around, what’s that to you, Gramps?” Now he was suspicious and annoyed. Frustrated that the spirit would just hijack him to converse and irritated that information relating to a friend was so easily handed over. “Gods. Is there not a concept of bro’s before hoes in your ancient head?” His head shook, arms folding over.
Ruth frowned. “Apparently they want to speak, regardless if I like it or not. Also, if you keep calling me a child I’m going to start thinking this is a jab at my height. And that’s just rude.” Then without missing a beat. “I have far more inches in me.” Snickering, Ruth rolled his eyes, playing up Revas’ comment about being indignant. To go against the grain was rooted in him, the defiance related to people and actions long past that had only recently knocked on his residence with sobering consequences.
He needed a drink, cursing himself for not bringing the bottle along. He was entirely too sober to be dealing with this bullshit this early.
[color=#cccccc]Ruth is distrustful of most. It is something he needs to work on. The spirit paused a moment and sighed. This will be over quickly Ruth, patience. Then you may have your body returned to you. [/color]
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