The figure in his window frame didn't startle him. Ruru had been threatened more than once and he knew there were some within his own organization that'd hand him his own skin given half the chance. He continued to drink his bottle while his hand went to his belt, seeking his familiar dagger, the one thing that still felt right in the world.
As his hand clasped about the hilt in the second the individual appeared, he had intended to hurl the blade until he heard the voice.
The bottle fell from his hands and smashed to the floor and he pulled the dagger stepping up and backing two steps behind. Ruru's voice was a stammering wreck and he looked as pale as he'd been in his life.
"G-gods no....It...you...can't be...."
He wanted that drink so badly and felt his throat go dry like an arid desert as he looked at the familiar figure of Kink.
"You.....You're a ghost. A spirit." he gulped and then narrowed his eyes, still unsure of this was not some drunken hallucination he had surely earned.
"But....if you aren't a ghost.." He scowled and held the knife in a stance as if preparing to attack. "....then you best have a damned good explanation for why I shouldn't cut you down right now."
As his hand clasped about the hilt in the second the individual appeared, he had intended to hurl the blade until he heard the voice.
The bottle fell from his hands and smashed to the floor and he pulled the dagger stepping up and backing two steps behind. Ruru's voice was a stammering wreck and he looked as pale as he'd been in his life.
"G-gods no....It...you...can't be...."
He wanted that drink so badly and felt his throat go dry like an arid desert as he looked at the familiar figure of Kink.
"You.....You're a ghost. A spirit." he gulped and then narrowed his eyes, still unsure of this was not some drunken hallucination he had surely earned.
"But....if you aren't a ghost.." He scowled and held the knife in a stance as if preparing to attack. "....then you best have a damned good explanation for why I shouldn't cut you down right now."
