►Private Thread; So a zombie and a Death God walk into a bar..

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[Well, not really a bar since it's just one of the random restaurants in the mall. A particularly empty one. Which actually makes it perfect for the topic of the upcoming discussion. Already been almost two months and it's still hard to hear certain people say his first name, let alone knowing about the whole Erebus thing. And there's still parts that even the boss doesn't know, and now having to sit down and speak to a literal god about it?

Well, not like anyone would ever tell past the poker face, but it's certainly unnerving as all hell. Nerves were shot just thinking about it... But it was expected. Inevitable someone would call him out, actually. Just gotta be thankful that this case is with someone who wouldn't need that much in-depth explanation to. Try and think of it as practice for the next time someone demands answers?

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Nope, still panicked. Fucking great. But at least there's a cup of coffee to drown away his paranoia with caffeine. It works well enough. Now where is that guy...]

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[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

"Oh, just...thought you knew and. Um."

Sigh.

"I'm thinking I should just keep my mouth shut..."

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... In certain cases, that might be a wise action.

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

"...Yeah."

FFFFFFFF-dammit.

"You're...fine, right?"

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... [Both yes and no. Still in that state where you want to write it off as a mistake, but still now you have to eventually accept it. But I've gone through worse. Much worse. Just need time to register it.]

I'll manage.

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well...all right."

He seems okay...just a little taken aback.

"Well...it's still very commendable, though. I mean, I'm thinking about staying here and I'm..." A friggin' GOD.

Kid, you have some major balls.

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Commendable? ...Maybe.

[It's a tempting offer though. Time doesn't pass while you stay here, none of those choking rules or being forced to stay in the Velvet Room, actually having more than just four people who are all a different brand of insane to talk to (like I'm one to judge). But even then...]

... Yeah. I need to go back. [Sips coffee calmly. One more year to pretend being alive, just a badly-convincing farce. That would be enough time to guide his assigned guest. Which was all he was worried about, really.] It was nice meeting you, though.

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Uh..."

Well that came out of left field.

"...Thank you."

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[Maybe for you it did. But thanks for the warning brodawg. Here I was expecting ten. :|b A nod in response, then right back to his drink. Lalala~ silence~]

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

...How to bring this up.

"...He's going to find out. Not from me, but he'll find out."

Consider this another warning.

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... [Sigh.] Should've known...

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

"...I won't tell him. I keep my promises."

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... Thank you.

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

"Mmn. You're welcome. I just don't want to be around if he finds out."

It will get ugly. Sorry bro, don't wanna be caught in another one of your fights.

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... I figured.

[And if it's to the point where HE'S admitting it'll be bad? Yeeeaaah, you don't wanna be there dude.]

[greekreaper.livejournal.com]

Nod nod.

"Thank you for understanding."

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Mn.

[Wow. So... so talkative. He's just lost in thought. Who else would tell him? Unless it's that damn fog god, in which case I do not fear legal charges of homicide.]