Barney blinked. "Yeah. You're... really good at this." Scarily good. Guessing two words on the first try, and one from a total stranger?
The bundled-up man next to him - Pleasant, apparently...? - twisted all the way around in his seat, and even though Barney couldn't see an expression behind the sunglasses, he could well imagine what that expression must have been from the tone of the man's voice. "If you're referring to what I think you're referring to, Gabe, then I hope you remember I'm known for the grudges I hold."
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Such a normal conversation, Ghastly marveled. A normal outing. Like they'd known each other for years. Which, technically, was sort of the case, but not in a way that should have been conducive to any sort of a conversation like this. Ghastly had been craving normal ever since what happened this morning, but... this wasn't really what he'd had in mind. Really, seriously, at all. If Ghastly had the time or the inclination when this was all over, he should try to write his own version of the Bible. And the very first chapter would be on fishing.
"I was... never too keen on it," he disagreed carefully. "Skulduggery dragged me out a few times, and I never really saw the draw."
Conversations with omnipotent, all-knowing beings should not be like this. They should be much more one-sided. Much more serious. Not about fishing, and not taking place in the middle of a carnival. They shouldn't have been this easy.
The carnival was crowded, packed with families, and Ghastly had to take a moment to find the booths God was pointing out. "Terms?" The tailor stopped, turned, stared all over again. "You mean like a bet?" Okay, easy up until certain points, when Ghastly had to work to get his mind running again. But he figured that came with the territory.
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The bundled-up man next to him - Pleasant, apparently...? - twisted all the way around in his seat, and even though Barney couldn't see an expression behind the sunglasses, he could well imagine what that expression must have been from the tone of the man's voice. "If you're referring to what I think you're referring to, Gabe, then I hope you remember I'm known for the grudges I hold."
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Such a normal conversation, Ghastly marveled. A normal outing. Like they'd known each other for years. Which, technically, was sort of the case, but not in a way that should have been conducive to any sort of a conversation like this. Ghastly had been craving normal ever since what happened this morning, but... this wasn't really what he'd had in mind. Really, seriously, at all. If Ghastly had the time or the inclination when this was all over, he should try to write his own version of the Bible. And the very first chapter would be on fishing.
"I was... never too keen on it," he disagreed carefully. "Skulduggery dragged me out a few times, and I never really saw the draw."
Conversations with omnipotent, all-knowing beings should not be like this. They should be much more one-sided. Much more serious. Not about fishing, and not taking place in the middle of a carnival. They shouldn't have been this easy.
The carnival was crowded, packed with families, and Ghastly had to take a moment to find the booths God was pointing out. "Terms?" The tailor stopped, turned, stared all over again. "You mean like a bet?" Okay, easy up until certain points, when Ghastly had to work to get his mind running again. But he figured that came with the territory.