#rainingmuses

“Like, forgive me for the disrespect, man, but that would mean more if you were the first incarnation of Death to say that to me, haha!” Twitching his hand ever so slightly, the almighty Shaggster causes a massive explosion in between himself and Death. Through the smoke and fire, it’s impossible to see him, that is, until, a fist just... appears in front of the reaper’s skull, stopping inches from making contact with it. 

The area around them is... frozen. At least, that’s what it looked like. In reality, this was the space between seconds. an area of time only truly cosmic beings, like Death, or things more mysterious, like the Talented Mr. Rodgers, whose fist still hung right where he had thrown it. Smoke and fire still hung in the air, a side effect existing between seconds, one that would end when one of the pair eventually moved, breaking the fragile nature of existing in their current state.

“Like, I respect you, man, so here’s me saying I made the attempt.” He speaks, with the usual crack at the end of the sentence.

While the thought of giving Shio sweets from a sick pervert disgusted her to no end, she accepted them. She still needed him on her side for now but she’s going to throw these away the first chance she gets.