[ Under normal circumstances, Jon would splutter and fluster at having a lanky arm slung around his shoulders. As it is, all he can do is startle a little, blinking and offended, before his expression goes distant and... intent. Yes, he can picture it perfectly.
There's something off about his eyes, now: sort of a glow, sort of a staticky distortion. He turns them on Alastor and the feeling of being watched settles on everyone present like a heavy weight. ]
Yes...
[ There is really no personal space left here at all, but he is fixed on the story. Most people don't react to slasher stories by looking thrilled and hungry, but Jon is, unfortunately, not most people. ]
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There's something off about his eyes, now: sort of a glow, sort of a staticky distortion. He turns them on Alastor and the feeling of being watched settles on everyone present like a heavy weight. ]
Yes...
[ There is really no personal space left here at all, but he is fixed on the story. Most people don't react to slasher stories by looking thrilled and hungry, but Jon is, unfortunately, not most people. ]