[A chain rattles, and his eyes turn dark. The laugh that haunts the halls of his dreams is enough to stir up the vast well of despair he tries not to think about in the day to day world.
His form doesn't change like it usually does but his dark eyes with thin bands of hope swirling in their depths keep locked to Gengar. He knows if he had been that darker self, he'd have laughed himself. Instead fury coils his chest and black scales of hate start to mar the air.
He hates Enoshima so much and even her laugh still kicks up what messed up his left hand that night in mental spaces. By the time they reach Red, he's back to his usual self. Calm, collected. One would never think he'd exposed a bit of what was behind that to anyone.]
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His form doesn't change like it usually does but his dark eyes with thin bands of hope swirling in their depths keep locked to Gengar. He knows if he had been that darker self, he'd have laughed himself. Instead fury coils his chest and black scales of hate start to mar the air.
He hates Enoshima so much and even her laugh still kicks up what messed up his left hand that night in mental spaces. By the time they reach Red, he's back to his usual self. Calm, collected. One would never think he'd exposed a bit of what was behind that to anyone.]