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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam is getting restless.

She and Eric haven't gone back home in a while, but now she's feeling the itch, even if she's not looking forward to what awaits them. A giant pain in the ass, is what.

But she isn't leaving without Eric. When he says it's time to go, then they'll go together. She just hopes he's had enough time to come up with a plan. And it's not like she's been completely idle, she's been wracking her brain trying to think of something, too, but how to kill a 3,000 year old vampire isn't in her field of expertise.

So what else can you do but sit at a table with a laptop and compose a very long and detailed email to your personal shopper in Chicago about overhauling your entire wardrobe.

She's not very botherable and never really has been, ever. But she won't bite your face off. This time. Probably.

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[buh_bye]

"Only a little," he said.

He wasn't even looking at her, or was he? Death, in his true form, had many eyes. Well, there was that one that was blinking at her in the mist that was leaking from under the cuff of his jacket.

"The vampires in my world have the same problem, arrogance," he said, "They believe that they are immortal."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam...doesn't really give a shit.

"I don't see that as a problem."

Her attention remains focused on the laptop screen.

[buh_bye]

Death shrugged.

"It can be," he said.

He poured more tea into his cup.

"I am Death."

[lazy_but_loyal]

...

"Well, you sure smell like it."

[buh_bye]

He appeared near her and placed a jar of Mentholatum next to her computer.

"Put some of this under your nose, and quit complaining," he said.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"And why don't you shove it up your ass and quit thinking I give a damn about who or what you are. You can't do anything to me here."

[buh_bye]

"Suite yourself," he said into her ear, "However, I can do things to you. The time in the cells here is nothing at all to a being as old as me."

A clawed hand tapped the Mentholatum, "Use it, and stop complaining."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She jerks back out of disgust when he gets too close.

"I'll stop complaining when you stop annoying me. Fuck off."

[buh_bye]

Death snorted and went back to his tea.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Whatever.

If she were fearful, Eric would've felt it. But she isn't, only supremely disgruntled, which is a step up from her usual attitude of just plain disgruntled.

Nevertheless, she shuts her laptop and gets up to take it upstairs to her room. She leaves the stupid jar of menthol on the table.

She died once, and that was her fucking choice. She isn't going to have Death hovering around her again.