♕ |[ 94 ]| Whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me.

[had_not_lived]

These are always my favorite days, and I think maybe, right now this is just the kind of thing we need.

It's a nice day, and if we've got visitors it means there's not a curse. I think maybe I won't open the store-- unless anyone really wants to visit it, I mean-- and just spend the day out.

And of course, for all of you who're only here for a day or two-- I hope you enjoy your stay.



[ooc; please no duplicate neils, and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME]

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I have post-mortem style, obviously

[and_immortality]

NEIL!

[He actually pauses mid-gallop, one leg still partially in the air.]

Hi, Neil! I found you again!

CLEARLY

[had_not_lived]

[That's hardly surprising, though his balance is pretty impressive.]

Am I that hard to find? [Grinning.] I'm glad you did, though!

[and_immortality]

Well, no, not really, but it'd sound kind of creepy if I came in here like "Hi, Neil, I know exactly where you are at all times, just like everybody else in the known universe because one of the neat things about being the eternal personification of Death is that you can always find people when you want to find them, if you know what I mean".

Because people, y'know, usually know what I mean.

[had_not_lived]

I guess I see your point. How have you been?

[and_immortality]

I learned a new dance! It's really catching on among the guys. Elle's pretty good at it too, but she won't admit it.

[had_not_lived]

That's something, I guess. Why won't she admit it?

[and_immortality]

She says it's because she's contractually obligated to think ninety-five percent of everything I do is stupid and she hasn't yet hit her quota for the month of stupidity, but I'm pretty sure it's because if she admits she's good at it, then everybody will want to see her do it, which will almost assuredly have the direct result of making every person in the general vicinity stare at her ass.

[had_not_lived]

That does sound like the kind of thing she'd say.

[He wouldn't word it that way, but Neil thinks the two of you are basically the cutest couple ever.]

I'm not that much of a dancer, I guess I can sympathize. I like swing, though.

[and_immortality]

I bet you could do the dance, too! It's really easy, you know, once you get the whole pelvic thrusting thing down.

[had_not_lived]

Maybe I could, but I'm not sure that's my kind of dance.

[and_immortality]

Pelvic thrusting is everyone's kind of dance.

But hey! We're wasting time talking about thrusting when we could be talking about things that don't involve thrusting. Possibly while thrusting. And now "thrusting" doesn't even sound like a word anymore. Thrusting thrusting thrusting. Rusting trusting tursting tristan. I knew a guy named Tristan one time, he was an alien. Or a science experiment. Anyway, how's Todd?

[had_not_lived]

Maybe an alien science experiment? [Neil shrugs.] Todd's well, I'm sure you'll run into him sooner or later-- he's just not a big fan of the Network, you know?