@afterlifegloom “You’re a little spry for a dead guy. You got business here?” He’s not above looking the other way, given his own business, but there’s also a matter of publicity and safety.
Passing @afterlifegloom at a Netherworld door as he’s on his way to a job.
“Hold up? Where’d you think you’re goin with that much air in your lungs, breather?”
@STAPLETRAGEDY “Is it?”
There’s a scream from the upstairs.
“Damn birds. They get them a lot. So what’s a gal like you doing in a graveyard this time of day anyway? Ain’t exactly a walk in the park”
Amanti Condannati - Finché la Morte non Bramerà
With @STAPLETRAGEDY
Betelgeuse looked up from the mass grave as the narration faded to English again. He shook off the gaze of the unnaturally beautiful woman looking down on him.
“Sorry- is this, uh…” he nudged the stuff he>>
@STAPLETRAGEDY “A few times.”
There’s no ordering. A woman with a stained apron comes by with two mugs of ale and two steaming hot pies.
“You haven’t? It’s been real happening lately.”
@STAPLETRAGEDY The ‘great place’ happened to be the worst pie shop in London. He opened the door for her; the interior was warmly lit, and there was enough business that it took them a moment to find a table.
“Good place for a trim too, or so I hear. I been lettin’ it grow out a little.”