Just this once~ [he looks pleased, though, as he offers it.] Granted, it is poisoned, but I figure that won't be a problem for you. And it doesn't ruin the taste at all!
Oh yes, all the time. Many people are quite fond of it.
[he hums a bit]
Ah, wait, you have some just here--[and he's reaching out, thoughtlessly, and brushing a drop of it away from the corner of Enygma's mouth with his thumb]
I was careful with the amount this time, and I've built up an immunity. I wouldn't be drinking it if I hadn't! [he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout]
[he folds his arms a bit, voice changing, mimicking almost] "Oh, Osvaldus, I am a death god-slash-angel-slash-whatever and I feel nothing but also I'm disappointed that you're doing the thing with the poison so I'm going to scold you because you're not being careful enough and I swear I'm expressionless but actually I'm going to give you a look that says I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed, which is absolutely worse."
[his bottom lip sticks out in a pout, then, and he folds his arms]
Yes, yes, terribly sorry. [he glances at Flotus, who is certainly almost all purple and blue now from lack of oxygen. His eyes almost look ready to pop out of his head.] ...more sorry to you than I am about him. He could always do with more suffering.
[And Enygma steps forward, ignoring that pout. Scythe in hand from one moment to the next, he draws it back, and...
...in one quick motion, slicers across Florus. The man falls over, after that.
Dead.
What follows is harder for Osvaldus to see. It's a dark shape, ethereal, more akin to smoke than anything solid. Enygma stares at it harshly, before touching it and sending it downwards.]
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[...From the sound of it, it's the latter.]
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Come on--one small sip won't hurt. It's good, I promise.
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Just this once.
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[Casually takes the goblet, clearly not worried about the poison in the least. And he sips... frowning a little after, tilting his head.]
Interesting.
...Mortals really drink this?
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[he hums a bit]
Ah, wait, you have some just here--[and he's reaching out, thoughtlessly, and brushing a drop of it away from the corner of Enygma's mouth with his thumb]
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[His eyes go wide as Osvaldus reaches out and he... blinks. Ah.
Well.]
...Careful with that.
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But he withdraws his hand]
With what? I've touched you before.
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I was careful with the amount this time, and I've built up an immunity. I wouldn't be drinking it if I hadn't! [he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout]
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[He won't push the point. Mortal affairs. Ugh.]
Do as you like.
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Alright, alright, from now on I'll avoid drinking poison, okay?
[just don't make that face]
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...If that's what you want.
[............he's pleased]
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What I want? [he can't help the way the corner of his mouth twitches, though, with the smile he's trying to repress]
What I want is for you to not give me those sad annoyed Death God eyes. So I won't do it.
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I don't have sad eyes.
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[he folds his arms a bit, voice changing, mimicking almost] "Oh, Osvaldus, I am a death god-slash-angel-slash-whatever and I feel nothing but also I'm disappointed that you're doing the thing with the poison so I'm going to scold you because you're not being careful enough and I swear I'm expressionless but actually I'm going to give you a look that says I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed, which is absolutely worse."
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[RUDE???]
Is this what mortals call "projecting"?
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[he doesn't, genuinely, but Osvaldus has his number.]
...You're distracting me.
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Yes, yes, terribly sorry. [he glances at Flotus, who is certainly almost all purple and blue now from lack of oxygen. His eyes almost look ready to pop out of his head.] ...more sorry to you than I am about him. He could always do with more suffering.
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[And Enygma steps forward, ignoring that pout. Scythe in hand from one moment to the next, he draws it back, and...
...in one quick motion, slicers across Florus. The man falls over, after that.
Dead.
What follows is harder for Osvaldus to see. It's a dark shape, ethereal, more akin to smoke than anything solid. Enygma stares at it harshly, before touching it and sending it downwards.]
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...might I say that was...actually quite cool. [and attractive. But shhhh]
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...Is that good?
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It is, in fact. It was impressive.
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I'm not supposed to let them linger like that.
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