[There used to be a time in their long standing relationship when the Outsider had mystery, where Daud looked at him with reverence and a little fear. When the Outsider had known all of Daud's secrets and most intimate thoughts and kept them to himself. He would chalk up this lack of manners to the fact that he was no longer a God, privy to timeless knowledge and abilities beyond mortal understanding. But Daud's regard for him had eroded far longer than that, and if anything, he suspected that the retired assassin was kinder now that it would be easier to dispose of him. And perhaps because Billie told him to be.
The Outsider sized Daud up quietly for a few moments, his eyes probably not as disconcerting now that they weren't obsidian black, back still ramrod straight, hands clasped behind his back.]
Disappointed that this wasn't just a social call? I know you don't get many visitors, these days.
[He asked slyly after a moment, as if in fact, his stomach hadn't just been growling obnoxiously.
Also known as why be straight forward when he can be a little shit? But Daud should be used to it by now.]
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The Outsider sized Daud up quietly for a few moments, his eyes probably not as disconcerting now that they weren't obsidian black, back still ramrod straight, hands clasped behind his back.]
Disappointed that this wasn't just a social call? I know you don't get many visitors, these days.
[He asked slyly after a moment, as if in fact, his stomach hadn't just been growling obnoxiously.
Also known as why be straight forward when he can be a little shit? But Daud should be used to it by now.]