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[no_justice]

He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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[no_justice]

Alcohol was involved, Death admits. And the Klatchian Foreign Legion

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

"Hm. Well, those do sound like classics," Annie says. "I'm going to guess hitting you on the head wasn't an option, either. That occasionally makes humans forget, if you hit them hard enough."

[no_justice]

It knocks my skull loose, Death explains, rubbing his neck in memory of some ache.

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Annie winces. "Right. Well, I suppose you tried. There's only so much you can do if certain things aren't in your nature, really."

[no_justice]

Yes, Death agrees. But we can but try.