Kintla Flatlands weep little lion man

Hook, line, and sinker. The boy was now caught in Abaddon's web of lies, under his little spell and soaking it all in like a sponge left out in the desert on the first rain in months. And the specter was loving this. How far could he go until the boy got wise? Would he ever get wise?

What a stupid putz! 

Me? Well... I do it for fun. He gave a cheeky grin and a shy over the shoulder glance, pretending as if such a conversation turning on him was such an embarrassment. I haven't met the one so it just happens sometimes... If I'm lucky enough of course. Yeah that's one way to put it I guess.