Good, good. Go away. Leave him be. Run away and never come back, little boy, Sam thinks, as he continues to approach him, tendrils twitching. It feels good to be in a position of power, for once, it really does.
And he's ready to grab the boy and toss him out when the sudden bright glow startles him and he leaps back, only to gaze upon...is that an angel? What's going on? Zadkiel, of the Hermit arcana...?
Is this a Persona?!
Oh, and that angel is planning to attack him now. Great. Sam lets out a sound that can only be described as a painful mixture between a shriek and and a hiss, retreating backwards and abandoning keeping the form of his legs to go for the option of slithering across the ground like the amoeba-like creature that he is- it's much faster, anyways.
Where can he run? He looks up with a million eyes, searching trying to find a way to get out, and- there. A window up on the building.
Don't mind him, he's just going to forget about lunch for now and try to beat a retreat by trying to climb up the wall- fighting is really not his forte at all.
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And he's ready to grab the boy and toss him out when the sudden bright glow startles him and he leaps back, only to gaze upon...is that an angel? What's going on? Zadkiel, of the Hermit arcana...?
Is this a Persona?!
Oh, and that angel is planning to attack him now. Great. Sam lets out a sound that can only be described as a painful mixture between a shriek and and a hiss, retreating backwards and abandoning keeping the form of his legs to go for the option of slithering across the ground like the amoeba-like creature that he is- it's much faster, anyways.
Where can he run? He looks up with a million eyes, searching trying to find a way to get out, and- there. A window up on the building.
Don't mind him, he's just going to forget about lunch for now and try to beat a retreat by trying to climb up the wall- fighting is really not his forte at all.