Their uneasiness made him hyper-conscious of every move he was making and every syllable he uttered. “My name is Beauregard, but you can call me Beau if that would be easier for you. No need for strict formalities here.” He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way and gave a little bob of his head. “That’s an adorable rodent you have. I’m rather fond of mice myself. Most animals in general, really.” Frowning, he added, “Except for ravens. I’ve had too many bad experiences with them.” The mansion creaked and groaned around them. Beau rolled his eyes, as if trying to take in everything from floor, to ceiling, to the other end of the room. “Stay by the fire a while. Its bright warmth will keep you… cozy.” He lingered back a bit, not wanting to be near the flames he’d created.
Smiling, he shook his head, making his hair whip to and fro as if he were underwater. “No. As your host in this macabre manor, it’s my duty to see to it you are well tended to, comfortable, and safe.” Quietly, he added,”I know some touch of suffering, and I don’t want to inflict it on others.”
Beatrice felt really guilty now, knowing that Beau had also suffered, possibly as they have. She had a very apologetic look on her pale face. Beatrice came out from behind the older girl and approached him slowly, still frowning.
"Beatrice, I think we should go…" Adelaide hastily suggested, something didn’t seen right in this manor, aside from the oddly polite ghost who floated in front of them, there were things only she could hear, things that made the place seem unsettling and unsafe.
"What… What’s your name?" Beatrice asked, becoming less afraid. Phillip resting atop her head.
“You and me both, brother.” He flashed a playful, cockeyed grin. “Granted, nine times out of ten, mine aren’t seeking out the supernatural; they simply have it flung upon them. I get the feeling that’s not usually the case with yours.”
"I do get some unusual guests sometimes."
things your friends will say if you’ve made a good pun:
- get out
- fuck you
- shut the fuck up
- oh my god why
- you need to stop
- you’re not funny
- that was terrible