The snicker that slipped through his lips, if you could call it that, came in sporadic waves. "Ha ha ha.. ha ha ha.." was more of a broken chant than a laugh as he locked eyes with the older kitsune behind Hana. The new voice paired with Ipsen's made it all the more eerie, and almost maniacal.
He had no interest in Hana. Not yet.
"Ipsen, Ipsen, Ipsen," it spoke slowly. "Who is Ipsen? Are you Ipsen?"
His right arm pulsated with black smoke and fire and he tilted his head at Hana before giving her an unwelcome and unforgiving smile. "No. You're Hana," he said. "Sweet Hana. Dear Hana. It feels so good to finally meet you. It feels so good to finally have a host again."
"Ipsen, Ipsen, Ipsen," he continued. "Arty-Art-Art," he added. "So easy to manipulate, right? So useful. Stronger than he ever would and ever will realize. I love him. I love him so much. Don't you love him so much, Hana?"
His eyes grew even darker now, darker than what should be possible. He continued to smile at Hana: a black-eyed, big, wide, painful smile. His lips cracked and skin could have stood to break from such a smile.
"He loves you, Hana," the tone in his voice took a complete one-eighty. No longer playful or curious, just dread. "He loves everything about you. Your friendship, your smile, your confidence, your heart, your body."
"He hates her," he quickly changed and pointed at Tsukihana. "He hates her but I love her. She's beautiful, so beautiful.. I want to skin her from her.. from her head to her toe."
Without warning, it's dark infested arm slung Hana out of his way and he took a step closer to the elder kitsune.