Re: [Study: Atticus/Aiden]
[The whiskey was neat, scotch-whiskey, aged. Atticus took a sip before reaching into the desk's cabinet and pulling the bottle out and setting it between them. A glass came next, and he slid it toward the reaper, who was unwinding the scarf from his face.] Think I win the non-snazzy prize. [Motioned down at himself. Atticus hadn't purchased a new article of clothing in at least five years, and he was most comfortable in sweats and t-shirts.] Blood feud. Interesting. Assume the attire is to make them more comfortable? Something familiar? [Motioned to the bleeding palm.] Can I get you something for that? Going to ask how it happened, you know. [Smiled as Aiden sat.] Tell me about your postcards. Have you reached out? Have they? [Motioned to the computer.] Can always check. Welcome to it. [His own postcards were tucked away in his desk at Vade.] Ended up talking to someone very similar to myself. Discussed all manner of things. Was good timing. Things with my soldiers have been complicated.