oh, but DEATH knew the mortal’s name. he knew him very well, ever since he was a little one.
❝ of course. layne. - after thou. ❞
he knew how immature it was to laugh at how the other spoke. but the snigger caught and he put the back of his hand over his mouth.
“ SORRY - sorry… probably have a concussion screwing with my head. ”
still he walked in the direction of the nearest bar.
