[prp]Off the Beaten Tram (Keen and Brenley)

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Brenley had never been on a tram before either, nor had he ever been to an island, at least not on purpose. It was entirely possible that one of those strange spots in Wonderland had actually been an island underneath, but he had been too busy running and hiding to examine them very thoroughly. And then there was Parker Freeman's house of murder and mind control, which, while also island-based, had been the furthest thing from a voluntary trip imaginable. No, his goal here today wasn't to visit an island or even to ride a tram. He was taking a trip to The Breeding Isle to get rid of a minipet.

The presence of Despair—or Des for short—was a direct result of the reaper's uncomfortable kidnapping, a reminder that he wanted out of his life as soon as possible. The pygmy wish was just the sort of adorably squeaky thing that he suspected Piper would have loved, but he couldn't imagine giving such an ill-omened ball of fluff to her, no matter how cute. After reading about this place, it seemed like just the ticket. If the scam artists he'd heard so much about didn't steal Des outright, Bren was sure the animal would want to stay for other... recreational reasons.

He cleared his throat into his hand to hide his sudden flush, looking from Des's cage to the door as a ghost ghoul entered the car. Normally he would have kept his head down, but embarrassment loosened his tongue. She looked rather harmless, anyway.

"Hello," he said with a nod and a nervous smile. Positively chatty.

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Even though he tended toward brighter blues and golden jewelry, Bren had the remarkable ability to blend into walls, not through any magical means, but simply because he was so utterly unnoticeable. The introverted boil usually considered this skill as a gift, but in this instance, seeing the surprised expression on the ghost's face when she noticed him, it was kind of embarrassing. He looked back down at Despair, trying not to scowl.

"I believe they call them 'wishes,'" he replied. At least that's what some cursory research had told him. All he knew for sure was that the animal took up a much greater portion of the bed than something so small had any right to. Brenley looked up again, realizing that although he had read and replied without thought, the ghoul hadn't actually spoken to him. Much like how Ruth communicated, this Keen had written out her words. He was grateful she had a nickname. He didn't think he could pronounce her full one without hearing it first.

"I'm Brenley and I've never been on this tram before either. I heard it goes to the Breeding Isle? I'm hoping they take minipets there."

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"Thank you," Brenley said. "Um... yours is nice too." He wasn't accustomed to receiving compliments on his name of all things, but he had been socialized well enough to know that it was polite to give one back. Following Keen's gesture, he looked out of the indicated window, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight. How had all of that fog come up on them so quickly?

"I heard it was a fairly short ride. Maybe it's always this foggy?" Or maybe the island itself was generating it. That was an interesting thought. "We can get through it together." He had no idea what they would see of the island itself, but it didn't matter much to the boil. The more fog there was, the easier it would be to lose a minipet.

In its cage, Despair chirped softly. It might have wanted to look out the window too.

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i'm sure there will be and if not it'll be funny XD