Greek Chic?
Re ran a hand over his bald head, looking hard at Nephythys. She'd just informed him that the Egyptian Underworld was currently being overrun with Greek souls. This was not to his liking. Not to his liking at all.
They had nowhere to go, they had nothing to do, this Greek Death...
Re rolled back in his mind for a moment. Dating. Dating?
Dating a Greek?
He frowned more deeply.
"Hold on now. Datin'? A Greek?" He paused. "Now, you know you grown, so if you wanna go messin' round with some super chalk- white boy, that's your business. But now you messin' up the business with the personal, and that ain't right, little girl, an' you know that."
He started stalking around his living room again, becoming more and more agitated.
"Can't have souls wanderin' the world," he said, more to himself than to her. "Gotta go somewhere, otherwise things'll get even more jacked up than they already are. Damnit."
He looked at her. "Now what the hell is wrong with the Greek Underworld?"
They had nowhere to go, they had nothing to do, this Greek Death...
Re rolled back in his mind for a moment. Dating. Dating?
Dating a Greek?
He frowned more deeply.
"Hold on now. Datin'? A Greek?" He paused. "Now, you know you grown, so if you wanna go messin' round with some super chalk- white boy, that's your business. But now you messin' up the business with the personal, and that ain't right, little girl, an' you know that."
He started stalking around his living room again, becoming more and more agitated.
"Can't have souls wanderin' the world," he said, more to himself than to her. "Gotta go somewhere, otherwise things'll get even more jacked up than they already are. Damnit."
He looked at her. "Now what the hell is wrong with the Greek Underworld?"