[He slides his own hand back into the pocket of his uniform trousers, the briefest shadow of distaste passing over what's visible of his face. These are not the fine-tailored clothes he prefers]
Really, you've lost me. An explanation befitting the uninitiated would be useful, here.
[ And he'll just fold his arms behind his head with what seems to be an apologetic grin. ]
Ah, bugger... here I am mouthing off again. M'sure you've heard the fairy stories from back home? About death and all? Bloke with a black hood and a scythe?
[ There's a tilt of his head though, watching the other rather closely. Somehow... that smile is nostalgic. Kind of reminds him of someone he knows. ]
Well, bob's your uncle then! 'Course, we haven't used the black hood in a while and that sort of scythe's a bit old fashioned but... the stories are true.
[ Because really. When most people think of a reaper, they're probably expecting the black hood and scythe. This kid though? You couldn't be anywhere further from the stereotype. ]
As a reaper, yeah, sure we do. 'Fraid I haven't felt quite the same since I showed up. Why?
[He'd known it was gone almost as soon as he'd found himself here; the thrumming and the buzzing and the formless whispering, the ache in his neck that never goes away, the collar--hard not to notice when something that's so intrinsically a part of himself is suddenly absent.]
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Really, you've lost me. An explanation befitting the uninitiated would be useful, here.
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Ah, bugger... here I am mouthing off again. M'sure you've heard the fairy stories from back home? About death and all? Bloke with a black hood and a scythe?
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[Giovanni smiles, and there's something ugly in it. Something sharp and knowing.]
Something along those lines, yes.
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Well, bob's your uncle then! 'Course, we haven't used the black hood in a while and that sort of scythe's a bit old fashioned but... the stories are true.
sorry for being so slow!!
[He tilts his head, just slightly, and there's something almost canine in the way he does it.]
Funny. You don't strike me as the reaping type.
[But more importantly...]
As a Reaper, would you say you possess abilities above and beyond that of the human baseline?
No worries!
[ Because really. When most people think of a reaper, they're probably expecting the black hood and scythe. This kid though? You couldn't be anywhere further from the stereotype. ]
As a reaper, yeah, sure we do. 'Fraid I haven't felt quite the same since I showed up. Why?
<3
[He leans back against the desk, hands on hips.]
I don't feel quite right, myself.
[Understatement? Yes, indeed.]
B/b
[ There's a frown as he folds his arms across his chest. ]
Can't say I feel ill so it's prolly not that...
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[He'd known it was gone almost as soon as he'd found himself here; the thrumming and the buzzing and the formless whispering, the ache in his neck that never goes away, the collar--hard not to notice when something that's so intrinsically a part of himself is suddenly absent.]
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[ there's a frown there. Something that could tip him off about what's causing that weird feeling.
Ooh, idea!
He's just going to turn his attention back to Giovanni now. ]
you wouldn't have a mirror on you, would you?
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[He shakes his head softly, regards his conversation partner with a detached kind of interest.]
Unfortunately not. It seems they took all my belongings along with everything else.
[Not that he generally carries a mirror around with him, anyway.]
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[ And a sigh. ]
ah well. Brothers in suffering'n all that, I suppose.