#//does a jab to himself w/0 even realizing it

[originemesis]

@realmofsoulsandshells xxx

". . ."

Raptor did not appreciate having his hand slapped. However, he's already gotten in trouble for butting heads with other celestials before. He takes a moment to keep himself composed before responding. "Apologies; I did not mean to touch a nerve. Fatherhood is difficult and not something just any man can do well in. You're always welcome to talk to Abel, Cain, and Seth. Though, with Cain? Perhaps best not since you would need to visit the frozen layer of Hell. But that's me getting side tracked. If you ever want to know where to find your children with Eve, all you have to do is ask. But back to this miraculous event; I hope I have a plus one for the event." Raptor kept a close eye on Adam's responses and.. facial(?) expressions. At the end of the day, Adam was still human born. And humans are emotional creatures; a fact Death knew all too personally.

It's an automatic snap of his wrist, really- gone before he can consider the ramifications. One would think he actually swallowed the mouthful of apple and had roots in his system like the rest of humanity, but not even weeds want a place in him it would seem. Not that they could survive the heat from that sliver of sun that made up his core. He gives the stern swing of a gaze a dainty wriggle of fingers to let the other know he meant nothing ill of it, though he doubts something like death really cares about the process of defiance. Inevitable fates and all that annoying powerscaling shit.

"Well, that was actually my shoulder. But good effort!" He scoffs, giving the wrist a little twirl to loosen up that tense joint like it'll help with the friction between them as easily. It doesn't, of course- but that's playing mind chess with a trueborn for you. Always skirting the edges of one-ups because they could afford the reverberations of a celestial clash. "Everyone's a critic. Easy to take the first trial and think you can do better even though you weren't designed for it. But I guess some people want to just chase down glory for none of the hard work." Of course he means Lucifer...that ass. Playing daddy in his palace without the back breaking efforts of actually building a roof over heads and keeping them fed on frost frozen produce- whatever wasn't pilfered away by worms and rats, of course. Trustafarian fatherhood.

His interest masked beneath his usual obsidian, he shoots the other a side long look. "Yeah, but why would you tell me anything? Heaven's not exactly writing me up any visitation plans, now are they?" Though he had heard some rumors of late about a certain someone from the main line residing quietly in heaven. Of course, if that were true- wouldn't he have been in contact with him by now? Best not to entertain the thought. Heaven had a way of getting one's hopes up just to watch them fall. The divinely ordained had to have some entertainment- he got that at least. It was why extermination was so cathartic in the end.

"And yeahyeah, bring whoever. What old bitch are you playing house with these days anyway?"