"A snugglefest," Rover called over the sound of Descry's laughter, adding in a little spin for Dexter. "A necrophiliac snugglefest! Did you know, Dex, that you're the first man to be a necrophiliac dancer?"
"So all those times I danced with Skulduggery don't count?"
"Skulduggery knows better than to let any of you dance with him," Corrival interjected. "Except for that time during Halloween, and I'm not sure that counts given he had to pretend to be inanimate."
Rover stuck out his tongue as he passed. "Details. I'm not sure Skulduggery counts at properly dead, anyway."
"He's a skeleton." Corrival lifted an eyebrow. "What else can he be?"
"He never made it Upstairs, though, did he?"
"Upstairs." Dexter shook his head, pulling back so he could contribute more to the waltz without needing to blot his tears or muffle his laughter on Rover's shoulder. "I think I'm insulted. You went and got a promotion and didn't warn me about it. You're my wife, Rover. You're meant to warn me about these things before they happen."
"It was a sudden transfer," Rover said. "I didn't have much choice. Oi, Descry, are you still semi-alive over there or are you going to die again?" The redhead was on the bottom of the pile, and laughing with any apparent need to stop for breath. He didn't answer Rover; he just reached up and pulled Erskine down again, and hugged them both fiercely. "Really," Rover continued, turning Dexter on the floor, "you'd think after a century in Heaven he'd have improved on his stamina."
"My stamina is fine," Descry said, his voice muffled. "You're the one who was always leaping up and down and shouting while throwing peanuts at the screen."
"People were being stupid! I had to yell at the stupid people for being stupid! Especially when the stupid people are my family!"
"Rover, the angels were honestly surprised you never stormed the Pearly Gates from the inside."
"I never had to storm the Pearly Gates," Rover grumbled. "I had an ongoing deal with Pete. I could leave anytime I wanted."
"He graffitied the Pearly Gates," Descry murmured to one, or both, of them men on the floor with him. "When I got there it had the words 'Welcome to the Upstairs Division, Descry' written on them."
"I had to give you a proper homecoming, didn't I?"
Descry shook his head, put it back against the floor, and laughed again.
"Are there actually Pearly Gates?" Dexter blurted. Rover grinned and spun him.
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"So all those times I danced with Skulduggery don't count?"
"Skulduggery knows better than to let any of you dance with him," Corrival interjected. "Except for that time during Halloween, and I'm not sure that counts given he had to pretend to be inanimate."
Rover stuck out his tongue as he passed. "Details. I'm not sure Skulduggery counts at properly dead, anyway."
"He's a skeleton." Corrival lifted an eyebrow. "What else can he be?"
"He never made it Upstairs, though, did he?"
"Upstairs." Dexter shook his head, pulling back so he could contribute more to the waltz without needing to blot his tears or muffle his laughter on Rover's shoulder. "I think I'm insulted. You went and got a promotion and didn't warn me about it. You're my wife, Rover. You're meant to warn me about these things before they happen."
"It was a sudden transfer," Rover said. "I didn't have much choice. Oi, Descry, are you still semi-alive over there or are you going to die again?" The redhead was on the bottom of the pile, and laughing with any apparent need to stop for breath. He didn't answer Rover; he just reached up and pulled Erskine down again, and hugged them both fiercely. "Really," Rover continued, turning Dexter on the floor, "you'd think after a century in Heaven he'd have improved on his stamina."
"My stamina is fine," Descry said, his voice muffled. "You're the one who was always leaping up and down and shouting while throwing peanuts at the screen."
"People were being stupid! I had to yell at the stupid people for being stupid! Especially when the stupid people are my family!"
"Rover, the angels were honestly surprised you never stormed the Pearly Gates from the inside."
"I never had to storm the Pearly Gates," Rover grumbled. "I had an ongoing deal with Pete. I could leave anytime I wanted."
"He graffitied the Pearly Gates," Descry murmured to one, or both, of them men on the floor with him. "When I got there it had the words 'Welcome to the Upstairs Division, Descry' written on them."
"I had to give you a proper homecoming, didn't I?"
Descry shook his head, put it back against the floor, and laughed again.
"Are there actually Pearly Gates?" Dexter blurted. Rover grinned and spun him.
"Close enough for jazz."