The glances received from the cafe other occupants scantily affected the horrid beings behavior. He simply smiled back at them as his laughter died down into a ghastly chuckle. Matt might have not been amused, but he certainly was. It was without a doubt in his mind that he could empty the entire building out if he pleased with less than the glare the teenager had shared. Ha! He probably thought he was so tough...
So, he had just barely 'scared' off the civilians, restrained himself from sharing any truly extravagant reactions from the ghosts absurd antics, and had yet to arise from his seat. Big deal. It didn't mean anything, especially any form of courage. Betelgeuse hadn't even started yet. For when he was done with this specimen he would need more than a fresh pair of undergarments.
He pouted at the boy's preferred placement of his hand, somewhere where it did not make contact with his shoulder. The disappointment appeared all to played out though when being milked to the point every last drop was released. BJ had never exactly been the best when it came to acting, especially when everything was so over exaggerated the emotion lost it's complete genuine value.
Throwing his flower painted hands over his face, he began weeping loud enough for the entire cafe to hear. The sickening sobs produced heightened their volume each time he inhaled through by the sounds of it a partially clocked windpipe.
"Not interested? NOT INTERESTED?! Waaaah-ha, ha! -Is that all I'm worth to you, a ticket out of this place? Don't you care about my feelings? Why don't you find me attractive anymore? How come you never look at me during...?" He reached forward, clutching Matt's arm and embarrassing it all the while carrying on with such absurd comments having more to do with their commitment issues as a married couple than escaping the island they remain imprisoned on. -except when he had paused to blow his nose with the teenagers sleeve.
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So, he had just barely 'scared' off the civilians, restrained himself from sharing any truly extravagant reactions from the ghosts absurd antics, and had yet to arise from his seat. Big deal. It didn't mean anything, especially any form of courage. Betelgeuse hadn't even started yet. For when he was done with this specimen he would need more than a fresh pair of undergarments.
He pouted at the boy's preferred placement of his hand, somewhere where it did not make contact with his shoulder. The disappointment appeared all to played out though when being milked to the point every last drop was released. BJ had never exactly been the best when it came to acting, especially when everything was so over exaggerated the emotion lost it's complete genuine value.
Throwing his flower painted hands over his face, he began weeping loud enough for the entire cafe to hear. The sickening sobs produced heightened their volume each time he inhaled through by the sounds of it a partially clocked windpipe.
"Not interested? NOT INTERESTED?! Waaaah-ha, ha! -Is that all I'm worth to you, a ticket out of this place? Don't you care about my feelings? Why don't you find me attractive anymore? How come you never look at me during...?" He reached forward, clutching Matt's arm and embarrassing it all the while carrying on with such absurd comments having more to do with their commitment issues as a married couple than escaping the island they remain imprisoned on. -except when he had paused to blow his nose with the teenagers sleeve.