"Jim Moriarty," he says with an equal sort of dark glee. "Much the same. The name I gave you earlier is an alias. Has a whole persona with it, too. No one's going to expect a thing. ... So then ... are you a demon or something?"
He wiggles his fingers and adapts a pose of mock horror. Whatever Scratch is, he's as limited here as any of the other people he's heard whining about how they can't do what they used to. Being human is a point in Jim's favor for the moment, as strange as all the alternatives seem to be.
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2023-08-14 16:27 (UTC)He wiggles his fingers and adapts a pose of mock horror. Whatever Scratch is, he's as limited here as any of the other people he's heard whining about how they can't do what they used to. Being human is a point in Jim's favor for the moment, as strange as all the alternatives seem to be.