1. Aye. 2. ...um, I'm still missing 9 chapters T_T but I really really want to finish this fic by May 15! 3. Uni! And lack of inspiration, but hey, spring has come, days are warmer and everything is blooming. If that's not a boost in morale, then I don't know what is. (Oh, yeah, maybe inspiration would be even better, but I'm getting there) 4. That's clearly some tv show\series\movie reference that went right over my head. Sorry. 5. We don't see it either. Or, that bullet magically takes a shortcut to get into the frame and kill some unsuspecting dude or chick XD
And the snippet (from chapter 3):
“This is a lot for two persons,” Sam says, taking a seat opposite the oldest being in creation. “Do you always eat this much?” And he can’t help the swift once-over he gives Death. The entertained glint returns to his timeless eyes. “I assure you, we do not overindulge ourselves with this much food every day. There is enough for three persons and you are still growing.” “I’m twenty-seven!” Sam protests. Death doesn’t bat an eyelid. “Still a child.” Sam scoffs and resists the urge to cross his arms and pout like the child that he most definitely is not. “You need sustainability. The day is not yet over.” “Fine,” Sam grumbles unenthused. He looks around the kitchen. “Where’s Gabriel? Isn’t he eating with us?” Death takes a burrito from a nearby paper plate and transfers it into his own. “He had to make a couple of phonecalls. He will join us when he will have finished,” Death says, taking a bunch of french fries and adding them to the burrito. “Now, eat.” Sam suppresses his chuckles, dipping his head as he starts to pile his own plate with food. “Bossy when I’m eating, too,” he murmurs, completely aware that Death is able to hear him. “I never stop being bossy.” The notes of amusement are there in Death’s tone of voice and Sam just smiles in response.
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Date: 2016-04-03 01:25 pm (UTC)2. ...um, I'm still missing 9 chapters T_T but I really really want to finish this fic by May 15!
3. Uni! And lack of inspiration, but hey, spring has come, days are warmer and everything is blooming. If that's not a boost in morale, then I don't know what is. (Oh, yeah, maybe inspiration would be even better, but I'm getting there)
4. That's clearly some tv show\series\movie reference that went right over my head. Sorry.
5. We don't see it either. Or, that bullet magically takes a shortcut to get into the frame and kill some unsuspecting dude or chick XD
And the snippet (from chapter 3):
“This is a lot for two persons,” Sam says, taking a seat opposite the oldest being in creation. “Do you always eat this much?” And he can’t help the swift once-over he gives Death.
The entertained glint returns to his timeless eyes. “I assure you, we do not overindulge ourselves with this much food every day. There is enough for three persons and you are still growing.”
“I’m twenty-seven!” Sam protests.
Death doesn’t bat an eyelid. “Still a child.” Sam scoffs and resists the urge to cross his arms and pout like the child that he most definitely is not. “You need sustainability. The day is not yet over.”
“Fine,” Sam grumbles unenthused. He looks around the kitchen. “Where’s Gabriel? Isn’t he eating with us?”
Death takes a burrito from a nearby paper plate and transfers it into his own.
“He had to make a couple of phonecalls. He will join us when he will have finished,” Death says, taking a bunch of french fries and adding them to the burrito. “Now, eat.”
Sam suppresses his chuckles, dipping his head as he starts to pile his own plate with food. “Bossy when I’m eating, too,” he murmurs, completely aware that Death is able to hear him.
“I never stop being bossy.” The notes of amusement are there in Death’s tone of voice and Sam just smiles in response.