Re: [Study: Atticus/Aiden]
[A good glass of Whiskey, one of the few things Aiden would never turn down. He only hesitated for a moment, cogs in his head working hard to determine whether serving himself would be considered rude, but then he decided on fucking decorum, he’d earned some booze with the damn dessert heat and all.that.sand. All that sand, everywhere.] I thought it was a style choice. [He had seen way too many young people in their grandfather’s clothing or in athletic wear at the bakery over the last few weeks, so he really couldn’t tell.] They just died, we try to make them more at ease. Makes the job easier. [The reaper reached for the bottle with his left hand, drinking a man’s Whiskey was one thing but sullying his bottle with blood was another.] You have good taste. [He opened the bottle and poured out two fingers before putting it back in the exact same spot it had been standing. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the by now slowly bleeding wound.] Oh, that. Bigger portal. [Because that explained things. He then answered the smile with a shrug, as if to say ‘what can you do’.] I haven’t, neither have they. I like mysteries. I’d rather it could be anyone than it just be someone. [The rim of the glass found its way to his lips automatically. Inhale, sip, slow exhale.] Tell me about it? .