Who: Quetzalcoatl, Tezcatlipoca What: After the meeting, the Aztecs need to talk When: Tuesday night, after this meeting Where: COYOTE headquarters, 3rd floor conference room
Tezcatlipoca had not been overly impressed with the meeting. For one thing, there was the mouthy Egyptian whose voice made Tezcatlipoca's fingers itch with the desire to become claws and rip the larynx from his throat; for another, there was the pushy Egyptian who'd tried to make a move on his snack.
And, well, he didn't get along with his own pantheon; getting along with others was quite out of the question.
He hung back as the others left, though, still lounging in his seat, one leg propped up on the back of the seat in front of him, gnawing on what was left of his jerked heart as he watched Quetzalcoatl clearing things up.