#he can't beleaf this idiot thinks he can con him

[ekleipsi]

" whaaa'? no way! 's been almost a week since i last ate! " it was lying. again. but the grin he put on was far too convincing not to believe him. and he'd also learned that the old man was... rather gullible at times. eagerly, he pushed himself off the couch, already aiming for the door. " pfft, " he rolled his eyes at the constant reminder of the horseman's precious balance. noah certainly had its own opinions on it, but caused ruckus about it no more. " somethin' fresh. i don't wanna eat old, stale meat again. "

--- ' Almost a week? Truly? I've been so negligent... ' he hummed out, tipping his head back with a small sigh as if the lament his forgetfulness. Truthfully, he remembered quite a bit- sometimes at least, and he knew he'd made sure Noah was fed within the last 48 hours. That said, he wouldn't try to stand in the beast's way of sating his hunger.

--- Death was simply a harbinger, a keeper, someone who minded the scales and the balance and tended the garden of souls. He quirked a faint smirk at the way he pushed away from the couch, so quick to jump to action. Noah had been quite eager and high maintenance, he'd learned, in his near adoption of the wild youth...but he didn't seem to mind it. His growing collection of lost souls was precious to him in its own way.

--- A thoughtful look, dragging the pad of index finger along his jaw in consideration. ' Fresh and not stale...surely you don't mean Mrs. Newick? She was on her last leg Noah, quite literally, it'd be silly to waste. ' another sigh, before shrugging his shoulders to give in. ' Alright, alright. Fresh meat, then. There's a young cyclist that's about to be hit by a car in the next 17 minutes, two blocks over...he'll be pronounced dead before an ambulance even arrives. You may have him. ' he nodded, looking proud of himself.