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"Ah, ah. No spoilers." Oleander stated with a finger wag.

"Tch." Dallas blew out a puff of smoke. "Then what's the point of hangin' around me? It's not like I'm gonna be doing interesting anyway, 'specially nothin' interesting to a.. God?"

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"I’m bored of terrorizing helpless little devil spawns," Dallas muttered. "Got anyone you’re mad at? I’ve got my good blade with me, the one I always use if some jackass pisses me off— works wonders on tires.."

She taps her chin. “Not that I can think of..” Lucia had mostly avoided people who generally pissed her off

"Well then, we'll save that for another time, then. You got anything else in mind?" Dallas asked, eyeing the girl at his side.

"Dallas."

Dallas raised a brow and refrained from giving her a crooked smirk. “Lucia.”

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"As am I. I was curious about you and wanted to meet you before I have to take your soul. I try to make my work as personal as possible." The God pulled out his pack of smokes and lit one up. "Want one? Not like it's going to kill you, ha!"

Dallas rolled his eyes, but didn't decline the offer, retrieving a cigarette from the pack and lighting it. He took a long drag before looking back at the strange person. "Okay.. well, what exactly's gonna 'happen'?" he asked in a mocking tone.

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Dallas gave her an exasperated stare. "Whaddaya think? Of course. I don't even know why your old woman wants you to have someone like me, anyway, I'm nothing but thee scum on the bottom of your shoes-- at least, to your kind of people. I'm only doin' this b'cause I'm bored."

"Hey I need some help" She paused "I need you to talk to my mom for me and explain something."

Dallas nearly laughed. “Me? Talk to your mom?” Highly amused, he bit back an elfish grin, pursing his lips. “Well.. tell me more.”

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"Yeah, well, don't get too used to it.. when did you want me to do this thing again?" he asked, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek and staring at her.

"Hey I need some help" She paused "I need you to talk to my mom for me and explain something."

Dallas nearly laughed. “Me? Talk to your mom?” Highly amused, he bit back an elfish grin, pursing his lips. “Well.. tell me more.”

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"I'm bored of terrorizing helpless little devil spawns," Dallas muttered. "Got anyone you're mad at? I've got my good blade with me, the one I always use if some jackass pisses me off-- works wonders on tires.."

"Dallas."

Dallas raised a brow and refrained from giving her a crooked smirk. “Lucia.”

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"You're alive /now/ and so is Johnny, but you'll both be mine in all due time." Oleander grinned wildly. "You may call me Oleander.You might know me better as Anubis. I am your assigned Death God, but shh, don't tell anyone I told you." He winked and chuckled.

Dallas gave Oleander an incredulous look. "Sure," he snorted. "No, I'm serious, man."

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He sighed, before coming to a conclusion. "Forget it, I'll do it, but you owe me one." His plump lips curved up into a teasing smirk.

"Hey I need some help" She paused "I need you to talk to my mom for me and explain something."

Dallas nearly laughed. “Me? Talk to your mom?” Highly amused, he bit back an elfish grin, pursing his lips. “Well.. tell me more.”

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"Well things about your poor upbringing, your shitty life, your small group of friends being the only thing keeping you alive... oh, and I guess the thing I hear the most about is your death. How you go out with a bang right after Johnny." He shook his head, "Such a tragic ending, actually... I should stop there though, I wouldn't want to spoil anything for you."

Dallas kept his gaze fixed on this stranger’s face, searching for any sign of emotion. “.. That’s pretty weird, considering I’m, uh, here, living, breathing. Who exactly are you, anyway?”

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"Then what are you waiting for?" Dallas asked, puffing on his smoke once more before crushing it under his foot and beginning to walk. "Come on."

"Dallas."

Dallas raised a brow and refrained from giving her a crooked smirk. “Lucia.”

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Dallas stared at her for a long time with an unreadable expression. Weighing out the pros and cons, he decided he was bored enough and that it wouldn't hurt him, but he questioned her once more. ".. And what do I get out of this, huh?"

"Hey I need some help" She paused "I need you to talk to my mom for me and explain something."

Dallas nearly laughed. “Me? Talk to your mom?” Highly amused, he bit back an elfish grin, pursing his lips. “Well.. tell me more.”

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Just literally eat my ass

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"Dallas Winston." Oleander smirked, walking smugly up to the teen, his hands in his pockets. "I have heard /A LOT/ about you, boy." He raises an eyebrow, one side of his mouth upturned.

"What kind of things, exactly?" Dallas drawled curiously, looking at the unfamiliar face with confusion and interest laced in his expression.

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Eat my ass

"Do I at least get something in return?"

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Smugly, his own grin elongated. "You're right on that one," he teased. "You feel like goin' out right now or did you need some type'a ..schedule or something?" He mumbled the last part with distaste.

"Dallas."

Dallas raised a brow and refrained from giving her a crooked smirk. “Lucia.”

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"Hey I need some help" She paused "I need you to talk to my mom for me and explain something."

Dallas nearly laughed. "Me? Talk to your mom?" Highly amused, he bit back an elfish grin, pursing his lips. "Well.. tell me more."

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"I'm not surprised," Dallas admitted, suppressing a scoff. "I'll have to try and get some action sometime, then. That's the thing I like about those party chicks-- they don't care enough to stick around afterwards."

"Winston."

"O’Malley."