She may indeed be the type to snap physically or otherwise, but Jinx is the type to kill over invasions in his privacy. He has had less reason to kill in the past, though if you look that way down his timeline you will see almost constant bloodshed. He will usually let a small select group be above this generally unspoken rule, but for the rest of the public, beware. You know he is not one for socializing, you can see it plainly on his face that he is not. His red dipped ears perked at the sound of her voice once again, and he finds a little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. She is absolutely correct, and, without the burden of a different coat than most, Jinx himself would be trying to appear most normal. But, the retort he had so cleverly came up with had somehow missed his mind – and therefore tongue – entirely. He truly wasn't able to respond to the adage she formulated, such things needed no validation, for their truth takes care of that.

His movements are languid, lazy almost in their motions, and his jaws clamp for a moment. He fights a yawn, his plant making him sleepier than usual this night. ”Far frum 'ere? Well, then, sweetheart...ya lawst? I weesh I cood say I cood help ya, but I don't know my way 'round 'ere neither. “ Then came the inevitable retort to his question, her curiosity bouncing out of her eye balls. ”Hell.” He says it quietly, his face nothing but a mask of seriousness. He holds no meaning for this mysteriousness that she speaks of, she simply has to start asking the right questions.

Demon :: X :: rips no one's heart out :: scorches no one's soul :: haunts no playground