[ #@demonshorns ]
* pale , undead lips purse into a thin , disgruntled line , thick brows furrowing only a moment — a look of chagrin , to say the least — before he’s shaking his head fervently * ya know , I’ll take it . who knows ? maybe I’ve just lost m’ touch over the years . but you know , I got a good touch with somethin’ else ! * he cackles before looking to the other with an exaggerated and almost cartoonish raise of his brow , the ghost leaning as though he had propped himself up on some unseen countertop * so , sweetheart , ya gotta name ?