Re: [Study: Atticus/Aiden]
[The warmth of the Whiskey spread through his body, the sweet smokiness rather comforting.] Maybe being comfortable is the best style choice? [He’d had his share of less comfortable reaping uniforms, just happy to be out of the really embarrassing ones. Management was weird sometimes.] Sorry, Western folks usually get D.E.A.T.H.’s interpretation of the Grim Reaper. The attire choice is not only for the spirit’s comfort, it is also meant to blend in. In case someone does have funny abilities. [Like, being a seer and werewolf, able to perceive supernatural soul collectors. He kept the glass in his left hand, swirling the amber liquid in a circular motion.] [Aiden contemplated the question for a moment, assessing the risk that was divulging risky information to the seer. Technically the man would have witnessed the reaper opening a portal hadn’t he passed out last time.] My blood acts as a key to open portals for the souls to go through. [He held up his right hand, fabric of the scarf still wrapped around the palm, fingers littered with small, shallow, already scabbed over cuts, as if to illustrate his statement. He skipped answering the part about his mysterious postcard connection, some things were better kept quiet. The part about the fight drew his attention and another sip from the glass. Relationships were not his forte, neither was advice regarding human relations.] That sounds … bad. Is there any way to make it up to him? Surely, a human life is too short to be spent fighting with loved ones. [Weapons obviously, loved ones? Not so much. The rind still sat pretty and quite creepy where it belonged, memories attached to it not so much.] No, nothing so far. [He wasn’t fazed about huge chunks of his mind missing. But maybe the outrage had been lost along the way as well.]