[The best thing so far about this place, Tsuzuki is sure, is the food. Everything's cooked perfectly, every drink is mixed with a master's touch and every dessert melts in his mouth.
He'd be enjoying this even if he weren't trying to distract himself from all the uncomfortable questions that keep prodding at the back of his mind.
Hisoka's here and Tsuzuki remembers his death -- which he didn't before, since he'd only read about it. It's gnawing at the back of his mind. He's got a different title, and it's a promotion. It's been seventy years since he had one of those. And they're being really, really nice to all of their new deities.
Too nice to not want something out of them. Or is this the kind of party that real, full-blown gods get to throw all the time? The Count of the Castle of Candles certainly never seemed to lack for nice food, but lowly Shinigami had to make their paycheck stretch for rent and dinner.
Tsuzuki's hoping he's not going to get a bill when he walks out the door, but, just in case, he's enjoying this to the hilt first.
At the moment he's gotten a fourth plate piled with desserts and delicious savory dishes, and he's juggling it on his way to the balcony. There's a drink in his other hand. He's not looking where he's going.
Better dodge quick...!]
GAMES
[The video games are lost on Tsuzuki, and the card tables all are set up for games that take more than two people -- besides, hardly anyone seems interested in poker. Luckily, Tsuzuki managed to find a karaoke system in one of the corners. He flips through the book of options, grinning, before picking an old crooners' song from the 1950s.
He clears his throat, hits select on the remote, and launches into song at top volume, swaying from side to side. It's like karaoke night at the senior center over here... and why's a guy who looks 30 belting songs that haven't been popular in 70 years, anyway?
As the song comes to an end, he grabs the book again and flips through it enthusiastically.] They've got Otomi-san!
[He grabs the remote and starts punching it in. Better do something, or he'll be singing this stuff all night.]
OTA!
[The best thing so far about this place, Tsuzuki is sure, is the food. Everything's cooked perfectly, every drink is mixed with a master's touch and every dessert melts in his mouth.
He'd be enjoying this even if he weren't trying to distract himself from all the uncomfortable questions that keep prodding at the back of his mind.
Hisoka's here and Tsuzuki remembers his death -- which he didn't before, since he'd only read about it. It's gnawing at the back of his mind. He's got a different title, and it's a promotion. It's been seventy years since he had one of those. And they're being really, really nice to all of their new deities.
Too nice to not want something out of them. Or is this the kind of party that real, full-blown gods get to throw all the time? The Count of the Castle of Candles certainly never seemed to lack for nice food, but lowly Shinigami had to make their paycheck stretch for rent and dinner.
Tsuzuki's hoping he's not going to get a bill when he walks out the door, but, just in case, he's enjoying this to the hilt first.
At the moment he's gotten a fourth plate piled with desserts and delicious savory dishes, and he's juggling it on his way to the balcony. There's a drink in his other hand. He's not looking where he's going.
Better dodge quick...!]
GAMES
[The video games are lost on Tsuzuki, and the card tables all are set up for games that take more than two people -- besides, hardly anyone seems interested in poker. Luckily, Tsuzuki managed to find a karaoke system in one of the corners. He flips through the book of options, grinning, before picking an old crooners' song from the 1950s.
He clears his throat, hits select on the remote, and launches into song at top volume, swaying from side to side. It's like karaoke night at the senior center over here... and why's a guy who looks 30 belting songs that haven't been popular in 70 years, anyway?
As the song comes to an end, he grabs the book again and flips through it enthusiastically.] They've got Otomi-san!
[He grabs the remote and starts punching it in. Better do something, or he'll be singing this stuff all night.]