Whitefish River Paranormal whacktivity

A sly smile appeared upon the black and tan face, even if it was minute. Amusement touched his eyes as something that could be titled as similar to a sense of dignity filled him, though Yuda was not in any way aware that he could be seen as somewhat prideful with his actions, even if it was a small smirk of satisfaction.

His time had already been ground into a fine powder, its dust wasted on the conversation he'd rinsed himself of in the water his grey legs now rested in.

That being so, he gushed forward, his legs shifting only a few times before he came to a halt once more. Amusement filled the black depths again before fading into apathy once more — near apathy, at least. A string gently untied a knot, a string which began tugging on the devilish delight section of the boy's emotionless mind.