Hushed Willows It's a new day, but it all feels old

Kavos had latched on to his brother with very little effort and was shaken off just as easily. As he recovered from this, the other blob lurched forward in an attempt to claim Kavos’ face. Displeased by the motion, the ghost’s tiny face wrinkled darkly and a wave of humidity washed over his features.

Displeasure in Eros’ actions was an understatement and as he was held he thrashed in an attempt to rid himself of the unfortunate conditions that had overcome him.