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Sprawled comfortably on a couch somewhere near the window is a red-headed nymph, glancing confusedly between what appears to be a watch and the darkness outside. Judging from the mildly discontented frown, technology and the Underworld do not exactly get along.

Some company , however, would certainly clear up any bad mood that may be lingering - so feel free to pop over and ask her why time is so perplexing.

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Morte has never seen a watch before. The fact that a beautiful nymph is as good a reason as any to find out about it.

"What's that?" he asks as he floats by, eyeing the watch.

Lethe blinks over at him for a few moments, eyes wide, before remembering her manners. She has - regardless of her status as a nymph of the underworld - never seen a floating skull before.

"O-oh! Hello," she stammers, tilting her head. "It is a w-watch, I think. It is supposed to tell the time."

The skull floats closer to the watch, eyeing it. Then he's eyeing Lethe's feminine form. Then the watch. This continues.

She merely chews on her lower lip, tugging nervously on a curl.

"Um ... is something w-wrong?"

Lethe is, without a doubt, the most oblivious nymph in all of existence.

Morte rolls his eyes a tad. He's used to girls expressing disgust when he looks them over, not missing what he's doing all together.

"Only if looking beautiful is wrong," he replies in a purr.

He accompanies that with another look. Naturally.

And now, okay - getting it.

Her hands curl in toward herself and her cheeks stain bright red, eyes wide once more.

"T-thank you," she manages warily.

Morte studies the watch a moment, bobbing up and down slightly now that he's stopped moving forward.

"You're welcome. So, it ain't working?"

She looks down at the watch in her fingers thoughtfully.

"It is working now," she answers, nose scrunching on one side. "But it was not before - when I wanted it to. Maybe it is just where I come from that breaks it."

"Where're you from, chit?"

"Hades," she replies, cringing slightly. "And you?"

Morte makes a noise of interest.

"Really? Think I might've been on a Plane near there. I'm from Sigil, centre of the Planes."

He looks her over. "You're a lot more lively than I'd expect, for a girl from Hades."

"I do not really like it there," she admits. "I have to tend to the Line, but I am glad to come here whenever I am able to."

She smiles then, a bit wryly. "I am beginning to think that I am not typical of most things."

"You're talking to a floating skull," Morte points out. "I think I get where you're coming from."

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"It works now," she mumbles to herself before noticing him, voice slightly plaintive.

She blinks then, eyes focusing on him and a bright smile slowly making it's way across her face. "Oh, hello! You look much better."

She sits up, shifting over slightly and patting the seat next to her. Her nose scrunches and she pouts at the watch absently, "It is not all that important really."

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Her cheeks flush slightly and her eyes dart downward for a moment, "I did not do anything special, b-but that is very good to hear."

She glances down at the watch once more.

"Yes," she admits. "I wanted to come when there was still sun, but the watch kept on changing." She waves her fingers demonstratively. "Daytime then nighttime and then backwards. It did not work at all."

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"You do not have to trouble yourself," she answers, smiling slightly. "I will get it right sooner or later. Then you can show me sunshine, yes?"

She leans over slightly, eyes curious. "What have you been doing?"

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Her smile stretches as their noses almost touch and her eyes shift blue to green. "Fine then, sunshine it is."

She listens eagerly, "I think that I have been to the greenhouse. There are flowers there, right? It was very lovely." A questioning pause, "What is a stable though?"

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"I was hiding and I ended up there instead - it was a pleasant surprise. Even the hiding places here are lovely."

She watches once more, a giggle bubbling up even as she pauses to admire the figurine. Placing her palms together in front of her, she opens them and outlines the puddle with a handful of tiny glass flowers.

"There," she smiles. "Much better now."

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Her eyes widen, sparkling, and she lets out another pleased laugh, beaming over at him.

"Always beautiful things," she murmurs and gives him another hug, a bit longer this time.

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