Death by asphyxiation has Betelgeuse looking a little more blue than usual. He ends up in the infirmary, in the bed beside the person he killed.
All is mercifully quiet on the barge. For a few days, until with a wretched, wet-sounding gurgle cough, the demon spirit rolls to the side to spit up a bit of slimy ectoplasm.
"Holy crap." He mutters to himself, dropping down to lie flat on his back. "I feel terrible. What did I do? Did I go jogging?"
His eyes flick to the side of him, catching sight of Rhys' body, and then his entire head turns towards him.
Oh. That's right. He died again. Which, given the options, he prefers it to jogging. At least death is familiar.
Post-double-murder on October 13th, fuzzy to whenever these two idiots wake up. cw for grossness
All is mercifully quiet on the barge. For a few days, until with a wretched, wet-sounding gurgle cough, the demon spirit rolls to the side to spit up a bit of slimy ectoplasm.
"Holy crap." He mutters to himself, dropping down to lie flat on his back. "I feel terrible. What did I do? Did I go jogging?"
His eyes flick to the side of him, catching sight of Rhys' body, and then his entire head turns towards him.
Oh. That's right. He died again. Which, given the options, he prefers it to jogging. At least death is familiar.
"Hey. Reece's Pieces. You up?"