[The touch is a surprise, and it shows on Grimm's face. His eyes widen, and one could almost think he was just like any other bug in the world, with dark eyes hidden behind a white face.
But, the touch is not altogether unwelcome, and Grimm was quick to move his hand away when Brumm stepped closer. Not only was the flame gone, but he no longer felt the dance of the Nightmare King, inside him. Could this vessel then, truly be called his own?
He didn't say anything when Brumm seems to realize what he's done, and steps away-- only smiles again, his grin reaching far across his face.]
The child has decided to continue growing with our new friend. He will join us when he is ready-- in the mean time, I shall continue my duties at Troupe Master, for however long this vessel shall live beyond its use.
I suppose that uncertainty is just what life is. Will you stay with us, and help write this new song?
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But, the touch is not altogether unwelcome, and Grimm was quick to move his hand away when Brumm stepped closer. Not only was the flame gone, but he no longer felt the dance of the Nightmare King, inside him. Could this vessel then, truly be called his own?
He didn't say anything when Brumm seems to realize what he's done, and steps away-- only smiles again, his grin reaching far across his face.]
The child has decided to continue growing with our new friend. He will join us when he is ready-- in the mean time, I shall continue my duties at Troupe Master, for however long this vessel shall live beyond its use.
I suppose that uncertainty is just what life is. Will you stay with us, and help write this new song?