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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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[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."