Spillover from intro post

[hardknoxlife]

What it says on the tin.

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sorry for being so slow!!

[ofobedience]

[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!

[hardknoxlife]

You know, i get told that a lot.

[ 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

[ofobedience]

[He leans back against the desk, hands on hips.]

I don't feel quite right, myself.

[Understatement? Yes, indeed.]

B/b

[hardknoxlife]

You too, eh?

[ There's a frown as he folds his arms across his chest. ]

Can't say I feel ill so it's prolly not that...

[ofobedience]

Come on, now. Think bigger.

[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.]

[hardknoxlife]

Bigger, eh?

[ 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?

[ofobedience]

[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.]

[hardknoxlife]

You too, eh? Woke up here... Wearing this uniform... All my things filched.

[ And a sigh. ]

ah well. Brothers in suffering'n all that, I suppose.