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As Finn took the ring, she bit her tongue to stop herself from commenting on his distaste towards taking it. Instead, she turned back around to face the pair of ghosts. Her head tipped to the side as she listened closely, they would have to wait longer to see if there was anything useful. As much as her body screamed at her to just get out of there, Lily planted her feet solidly and gave a small dip of her head towards Finn in agreement. “If you want to wait to see if there is anything useful. We can do that.” She reinforced her agreement, peeking past the ghosts despite their translucency towards the beds. She pushed a hand into the side of her hair and pushed it back over her shoulder quickly. It looked like more 20 questions or sleeping on messy beds as they waited. She wasn’t sure which she would prefer. Despite the infrequent rest, she didn’t feel overly exhausted. “Somewhere to sit other than the floor would be nice though.” Lily gave Finn a sheepish look before returning her eyes towards the stacked furniture at the door. Callisto shot Xevon a quick look, eyebrows furrowing together, he wasn’t sure how he felt about Xevon venturing further into the god’s abode. It seemed to be a helpful endeavour, but heading into the deepest part alone did not sit comfortably with him. “Is that..” Callisto started before switching his wording. “You will make sure he is not up there when you go?” He pressed, drifting a little closer towards Xevon. Callisto didn’t question the other man’s abilities, but rather the fact it was new territory even for him. He debated offering to go with him, but he did not want to slow Xevon down by any means. The question danced on the tip of his tongue as he contemplated voicing it.
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Finn nodded briefly, looking down at his hands. Something... felt off. Why? Why did it feel off now that he had the ring on? What was it about this thing that had his hair standing on end--metaphorically of course. Why did he feel like wearing it was ... wrong? His nose crinkled upward again before shaking his head clear of his own thoughts as Lily looked toward him and he flushed with color. Yeah... probably... Finn swallowed and made his way toward the makeshift barricade, shoving the dresser back across the floor with a short grunt and dragging the beds back to their rightful place as well. "... I just ... panicked," Finn admitted quietly. Xevon shook his head. "That's some strength to your panic there, pal," he commented idly but turned back to Callisto and extended his hand to take his. "I'll do my best," he whispered. "I figure, if I'm quiet, he won't know I'm there. He seems to only notice me when I open my mouth and insult him." And he was rather proud of some of his insults. As of that current moment, he was the standing leader on who had the most creative insults and who had used them the most. The next was unfortunately the god. But he didn't count because most of his insults were just screaming. "I'm sure I can get in and out before the Banshee Baboon can figure out that I've been around," Xevon scoffed lightly and looked up toward the ceiling again before looking toward the two. "If you two have more memories, I'm sorry. They're probably not gonna be pleasant." "Oh, gee, thanks for that," Finn grumbled from the bed.
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Lily stood back as Finn began to once again move the furniture back to where it was supposed to be, but when he turned to her and spoke quietly she felt her heart wrench. She stepped up to him and gave a smile, her head tilting to one side. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I was trying to make a stupid joke.” She shook her head and looked back to the beds. “It made me feel better that he couldn’t get in through the furniture.” Lily conceded as she turned her head back around to look up at Finntello. “I’m just impressed you can move things that heavy so easily.” Callisto felt his shoulders tense up as his hand was taken into Xevon’s, it was a familiar feeling but still felt strange at the same time. He didn’t know what to make of it. He took a second to formulate what he was going to say, the gears in his head clearly spinning to try and create something. Meanwhile he stared at Xevon with wide pink eyes. “You shutting your mouth for once would be a miracle in of itself.” He finally quipped out, his head clicking the tiniest bit to the side. Despite his teasing comment, Callisto did steal a small glance over his shoulder as Xevon spoke to the living, gauging their current level of attention. Lily was looking at Finn and Finn was grumbling to himself. Callisto brought himself that bit closer to Xevon and lifted his free hand to the side of Xevon’s face. A finger hooked just behind his jaw and ear, his thumb resting on his cheek. The touch was only there for a second or two as he spoke. Peering upwards to him, the left side of his lips where the long scar lay twitched momentarily before he let the words come. “Be safe.” Callisto prompted quietly, letting his touch fall from his face, grazing the skin on the way down. Then he turned away and headed towards the beds the living were situating themselves on. Perhaps to take him mind of the fact that Xevon was prancing around above them in imminent danger, he could soothe the living. Especially considering Xevon’s parting words to them.
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