Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

she snorted, quietly, almost inaudible. the woman couldn't help it, this boy attempting to be menacing and mysterious had a comical effect. "Sweetie, you're going to have to work on you "mysterious and menacing" aspect. It's a little cliche."  it was different from her normal bluntness, the directness with which she spoke. her face was a mask, hardly allowing herself to be truly angry since that seemed the end goal of the boy. besides, it was hard to take him seriously, not with all his bluster and immaturity.

but her mask broke once more, briefly, a glint of amusement at the boy's little (threat? farewell? blessing? she wasn't quite sure.) he was overdoing it on the dramatics, perhaps begging for some sort of attention he wasn't getting enough of, obviously. he certainly was a little brat, she decided, and if this was a supposed "Nightmare Child", the title was a bit of an over exaggeration.