"Well, good." Fletcher stared out the window of the taxi, wordlessly repeating the names of things that flashed by as he tried to work out what Gabe's word might be. "Traffic light?" he asked, as they came to a stop at a busy intersection. "Traffic anything? Can it be two words?"
"Tower?" Skulduggery chimed in, looking up at one of the tall buildings on the corner.
"Town." The cabbie pointed at a sign overhead that was centered around the word and the name of a plaza. "As in Dublin town."
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It was almost exactly like Ghastly had his father back. Apart from the line of people disappearing just as they arrived, Ghastly could almost imagine that they were out for nothing more than a friendly familial stroll, taking in the sights, trying their hand at some of the carnival games. 'Dad' as a name had seemed strange, at first. When the truth hit Ghastly, that same name seemed like the most ridiculous thing in the world. Now, he almost couldn't imagine calling the man anything else. Certainly not 'God.'
It was also convenient, for being in the crowds. It was about the most accurate disguise there was, for how impossible it was to even guess that there was a disguise at all.
"What happens when one of us wins?" Ghastly asked, even as he nodded his agreement. "I don't really know how things like this are supposed to go."
... Hey, look at that. He'd managed to ask a question involving who God really was, without hesitating or stuttering and maintaining the same tone of voice. He was getting better at this.
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"Tower?" Skulduggery chimed in, looking up at one of the tall buildings on the corner.
"Town." The cabbie pointed at a sign overhead that was centered around the word and the name of a plaza. "As in Dublin town."
~~
It was almost exactly like Ghastly had his father back. Apart from the line of people disappearing just as they arrived, Ghastly could almost imagine that they were out for nothing more than a friendly familial stroll, taking in the sights, trying their hand at some of the carnival games. 'Dad' as a name had seemed strange, at first. When the truth hit Ghastly, that same name seemed like the most ridiculous thing in the world. Now, he almost couldn't imagine calling the man anything else. Certainly not 'God.'
It was also convenient, for being in the crowds. It was about the most accurate disguise there was, for how impossible it was to even guess that there was a disguise at all.
"What happens when one of us wins?" Ghastly asked, even as he nodded his agreement. "I don't really know how things like this are supposed to go."
... Hey, look at that. He'd managed to ask a question involving who God really was, without hesitating or stuttering and maintaining the same tone of voice. He was getting better at this.