Haunted Wood Another Chance

He watches the anxiety radiate off of the other as his body twitches and wonders restlessly. Santi doesn’t make fun of him any longer, knowing the male is trying to have a serious conversation. How odd he asks about what Serem had talked to him about earlier. “We spoke about my rank. She promoted me to Consort.” His face is happily neutral, no taunting grin, or threatening smirk, just his regular resting face.

His goofy self has half a mind to lower himself down into Clarence’s point of view to make eye contact with him. Though judging by his aura, the male wouldn’t take it too lightly. He’s definitely nervous about something.