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// life throws the most awful shit in the fall doesn't it?? it's like
a law of nature or smth

anyway, hope you are able to power through it 🙏 wishing the best for ya
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ㅤI 👏 WOULD 👏 LET 👏 HER 👏
DO 👏 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 👏 TO ME ‼️
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Hm?

( He pivots, standing almost at attention, staring expectantly. )

I didn't spook you, did I?
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I never sleep~

( His smile doesn't change, but he does start to wander ahead a bit. )

So, you could say I'm sympathetic to your plight.
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The dark forces.

( He examines his nails casually, flashing a playful smile. )

... Spirits mostly. You know that lady from that Poltergeist film?

Think that, but with a side dish of insufferable bureaucracy.
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( He stops too, narrowly avoiding a collision. Brow arched as he paces around to eye him skeptically. )

... Fine, I suppose I'll start. I'm an academic, and an ambassador.
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— numbing the frustration he was feeling instantly. Effortlessly.

"Try to recall what happened next."
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— Nathaniel sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. His image was somewhat important as a 'diplomat' (of sorts), and if someone was out there tarnishing it... well, all the more reason to get to the bottom of things.

"Relax, Daniel."

The curt words were like a mental ice pack, —
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As he listened, attentive to an almost disturbing degree, his eyes squinted slowly. He was technically a triplet– but neither of his siblings would be caught dead cavorting on Earth with the undead, let alone wearing his face. Unless it was for some ulterior motive he could scarcely guess at. —
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Nathaniel.

( He follows, hands behind his back. Humming softly under his breath. )

So, we established you're working yourself to death... doing what exactly?
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"It concerns me deeply."

The god flopped over, laying on his side with his cheek resting in his palm.

"I think you'd find starting with a smile makes many more reasons appear!"

Now he's a guidance counselor.
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( He nods, his smile gentle. )

Lead the way, ah–

... I don't believe I got your name.
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— "What did you see?"

He leaned closer, foregoing blinking. Seeming invested... though hard to tell if that was to Daniel's advantage or detriment...
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— The question drew him back, looming over Daniel and staring at him intensely.

"... No."

Though it was not uncommon for him to scatter avatars without their memory. It was possible, but unlikely. Especially if it was his face that was familiar. —
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The entity had, in the meanwhile, stood up and sauntered around the bar. Making note of all its patrons, and any other detail that seemed moderately interesting. Time slowed for him, so to most he did not even appear to move except to leave his seat. —
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15. He prefers baths! Something about being immersed appeals to his lizard brain. Bath houses are also better equipped to have servants tending to him– showers are either too crowded or plain awkward.
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... The fig and the ocean water sound delightful, actually.

( His gold eyes are sparkling ✨️ )
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— He brings a hand up to his heart, almost without thought, and if he had the visage to show, it seemed there'd be a tender smile and gently closed eyes to accompany it.

"Have you not moved quickly in spite of your wounds...? Necessity tempers pain. Of course, it's all in good fun for me."
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To this, he responds only with a bubbly laugh... a melodic, almost bell-like sound. The sheer opposite of what one might imagine an embodiment of chaos to sound like.

"My enemy cannot follow me here."

He tilts his head up towards the horizon, almost as though he can sense her thoughts. —
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... Depending on the aroma, I may have to leave expeditiously–
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"No it's not."

The entity mused, ever the contrarian. Not at all dismayed by how casual the interaction had become.

"Have you tried smiling more...?"