Pricked
“Huh, well I always thought- Okay so y’know th’ way ‘Deathscythe’ is written on all our scythes? I’ve always thought it’d be cool t’ get somethin’ like 100% Death written that same way, right up here.” He said, pointing over his shoulder to the right. “‘Cause, y’know, we’re death gods an’ all.“ He spoke quickly, excited at the prospect.
Eric had to hold back a snort, but he couldn’t hide an amused, half grin. "One hundred percent death, huh? I s'pose I could help ye wi’ tha’.” He tousled his hair into the towel – careful of his braids – and then promptly wrapped it snug around his waist. “When would ye wanna ge’ it done, lad?”
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Ronald seated himself in a nearby chair, feeling antsy again. “Ah… ’s awright.” he mumbled, staring around. He hoped he...
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Eric slipped inside, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The lobby was empty so he went straight for a book of example...