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[bread_goes_bip]

[307 Miller]

[Are you a member of Death clan that has figured out Grandma usually has some sort of treat in the house? Well... yeah, she's making brownies]

[Around Town 1]

[If Death knows you, be it from home or from Mayfield, she's showing up at your door]

How's everything holding up?

[Around Town 2]

[And if she doesn't know you, she's hitting up new houses on her makeup sales route. As always, she'll talk to anyone who happens to answer the door.]

Hi, do you have any interest in makeup?

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Outside 307 Miller

[uberboned]

[Okay, so Gabriel's not a member of Clan Death, but he is your next door neighbor and he can smell brownies, so... You know.

Knock. Knock.]

Re: Outside 307 Miller

[bread_goes_bip]

[She greets him with a smile]

Oh, hi Gabriel!

[uberboned]

D, you're looking radiant today. Did you do something new with your hair? [Or your kitchen... which he's trying to casually see over her shoulder. nbd.]

[bread_goes_bip]

I don't think so...

[Honestly, he's as bad as the grandkids]

I was just baking some brownies.

[uberboned]

Really? Didn't notice. [OH SO CASUAL.] Taking this housewife gig seriously, huh?

[bread_goes_bip]

The boys come by a lot, I like to have something for them.

[uberboned]

You have boys? [Can he be one? He's good at being one. Maybe he should be less enthusiastic about rubbing himself all over a Death for being hot and baking, but... He's already dead. What's the worse than could happen?]

[bread_goes_bip]

[She giggles. He's rather enthusiastic, isn't he?]

Luke and Slugger, the grandkids of sort. Death's granddaughter's assigned children.

[uberboned]

[Yes, he is.

But he does actually drop the act, because he would rather like to discuss things with her.]

Got a few to spare? We could talk shop. Get me acclimated to this joint. I barely know you, but I know Deaths, and being recently dead, I don't think I've got much to lose by actually trusting you. [He shrugs.]

[bread_goes_bip]

Of course, come in. I like getting to know the neighbours.

[uberboned]

[He saunters in.] You're really taking to this whole Suzie Homemaker thing, huh?

[bread_goes_bip]

[She shrugs]

I'm used to working all the time. I need something to keep me busy here.

[uberboned]

You're telling me. I had a nice gig back home. Figures one apocalypse later, I'm miserable, dead, and living my afterlife is Suburban Hell. [He rolls his eyes.] What can you do?

[bread_goes_bip]

Take up baking, apparently. Death knits. The lack of things to do is almost the most unsettling part.

[uberboned]

And that's the part that hits me right here. [He taps his chest around where his heart would be.] I'm an artist with a decent canvas and no paints. If I wanna shake things up, I'm gonna have to do it the old-fashioned way.

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death raises a single eyebrow]

And what would that be?

[uberboned]

Ever see Saw? Think that, but funnier. [A beat] And if you haven't seen it... Give me a second to think up a better reference joke.

[bread_goes_bip]

So chaos, then.

[No judgement, simply statement of fact]

[uberboned]

Trickster. Comes with the territory, D.