Haunted Wood Give me the glitterati

So. He didn't like being approached even so blatantly. What a wonderous being. She'd have fun with him; he liked to play games too and she knew it. She was sucked into his personality, not his mystery. That was just a bonus for her to pick away at until she hit the 'release emotional garbage' button.

Then he said some dumb shit. Memento? A fucking stick as a memento. Oh she had to do her best poker face for that one because laughing at him would make him angry and hate her. That would be the wrong game. But a memento of what? Did he roll in a bush and found it tickled him the right way? She blinked, shoving her questions aside for her to think over because all the confidence seemed to ebb from him. She didn't want to repulse him.

But he left anyway. Hopefully, it was him just not wanting her to see him cry or something, but that stick meant a lot to him, it seemed. Dumb plants. They had one use and that was the poisonous ones. And the ones that fed prey. Plants were made to be eaten, not worn.
"Later Ass Hat." She grinned, standing and letting him go back to his stalking...or whatever.