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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"His idea of fun, or someone else's?"

[buh_bye]

"That was sarcasm," said Death with a straight face.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Sarcasm? Sar...casm. Hmm. I don't think we have that in my world, or not yet; we've only gotten as far as 1832. --So is this an amiable hint to watch Dr. Lecter for signs of amusement, or...?"

[buh_bye]

Death laughed, a rare thing for a living mortal being to do, make Death laugh.

"Touche, " he said, ' In all seriousness though, Hannibal is a dangerous man. I would watch him if I were you."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

The laugh gets a much warmer smile--and the warning does, too. "Thank you, sir. I've been warned already, luckily, but I appreciate it. But sir, you still have the advantage of me. We've not been introduced."

[buh_bye]

"I am Death," he said.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Oh."

Right, well. Laigle looks him over, and finds it plausible enough in a place with Demeter. Which...raises more questions than it settles, come to think of it. "Which one?"

[buh_bye]

"Death," he said, "The horseman, I and God are both so old we have forgotten who is older. Probably not the Death of tour world, though."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"It seems somehow unlikely." He's not sure why it seems unlikely, but--having met his own death, surely he'd recognize her (it, him) despite not remembering the encounter.

Lesgle finishes his coffee, quickly (though not so quickly as to be rude).

[buh_bye]

"In a hurry?" asked Death.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I am at work," he says mildly.

[buh_bye]

"Do you not get breaks?"Asked Death, "Or are there no employee right s here?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Didn't I just take a break?" He lifts his empty coffee cup to illustrate. "I drank coffee, had a brush with death, what more excitement should I look for?"

[buh_bye]

"Fair enough," said Death," But it is less a brush with Death when you are all ready dead."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Well, yes." He gives Death a thoughtful look. "Do you...not often make conversation with humans? Just hazarding a guess."

[buh_bye]

"Here, there seems to be more humans, than other supernatural beings," said Death, "I talk to plenty. Why do you guess?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah...it's unimportant. Some hints of rustiness when it comes to the...the smaller points of human interaction." He smiles apologetically. "Like addressing people by name when you've never met, let alone been introduced. Making assumptions about their friendships, when--well, ditto, lack of introduction. It's almost guaranteed to annoy."

He smiles even more apologetically. "As I'm sure you already know. In point of fact, I'm sure Death has better things to worry about than setting a hostile tone before a conversation even starts, but if you're trying any sort of social game involving Hannibal Lecter, you might consider adjusting your approach to the playing field?"

[buh_bye]

"Perhaps," said Death in all seriousness, " I don't care."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"As I said, I'm sure you have better things to worry about." Lesgle's apologetic smile remains as he gathers himself up and gets to his feet. "And if you'll excuse me, I really will get back to work."