[Slugger watches this from the end of the driveway. Why is Death talking to the steps? Upon closer inspection there appears to be something small and furry hiding in the shadows beneath.]
[Luckily, it's puppies he's been accused of bashing and not kittens... He'll take a seat on one of the steps and wait, quietly spinning a dead leaf between his fingers by its stem.]
[Oh good, because he and death would be having a 'long' talk if that were the case. After a while the kitten finally peeks out of the stairs and runs over to where Death is sitting. Death pats his head.]
Is it yours?
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HOW DID YOUR THANKSGIVING GO?
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It had its moments. [A brief smirk. He looks up after a moment.]
Were you trapped, too?
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[Just...patting the kitten. He...did not have a good day.]
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...Did something attack you?
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THERE WERE SOME SPIDERS IN A TURKEY. MY FALSE DAUGHTER HERE FOUND THEM.
[The spiders couldn't hurt him though.]
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Susan smashed most of them.
[Except one... Guess who might have a lethal spider trapped in a letterbox.]
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WE GOT RID OF OURS AS WELL.
[Hence the reason for his moping.]
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You don't like killing?
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[He stares in utter shock at Death for a full six seconds.]
You... disapprove of it?
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NOTHING, ALIVE ANYWAY.
[the New!Death and auditors don't count really. Glances over at Slugger.]
DISAPPROVE?
I AM DEATH. I DO NOT PASS JUDGEMENT ON OTHERS.
IT IS SIMPLY NOT SOMETHING I MYSELF DO.
[Unless you hurt cats, then he judges you.]
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...
[This is why he likes you, Death.]
You don't need to kill. Miss Susan does it for you. [Wry grin.]
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....SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN I GET HER MIXED UP IN THINGS.
[But he's bad with things like "promises"]
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