Blackfeather Woods Scream so loud, gettin’ fuckin’ laid

You’re okay! It’s just Santi coming to bother her anyway lol!

The ghostly man had followed her and it seems she almost gets out of his grasp. Not quite though. Though, there is another watching them, Santi doesn’t pay any mind to him — doesn’t even know he’s there. He’s only interested in this poor girl, shy and scared it seems. 

Yet when he speaks, he doesn’t even think she hears him for a moment. Until she stills. Her russet body going rigid as her own eyes, so similar to his own steely color, look back at him. It’s short lived and she gives a terse no before snapping her head back into the direction she was looking prior. 

The reaper doesn’t like that. He wants a reaction — he wants fear. So his ears flick back in mild irritation, but he doesn’t step towards her, paws deciding to stay rooted in place. He quirks a brow at her then, a sly smile ghosting over his face despite the pain it causes.

“What’s the problem? It sure seemed like you wanted to talk back there. Did I scare you off?” He wonders out loud casually, words coming out part slurred due to his thick Spanish accent.