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"Are you quite sure?"

There was a touch of curiousity to his voice, an eyebrow rasied, and before him a barely cut into deep-dish pizza with more cheese and sauce than anything else, "I'd only just gotten started, and my schedule happens to be clear just long enough to take a little moment to enjoy one of the few good things to come out of humanity." Namely that deep dish pizza mentioned earlier in the narrative.

No seriously, he doesn't want to get back to over-seeing things untill he gets this eaten, "You're very much welcome to join me, or do you actually have some soul to collect?"

"I am quite sure, we are convening." Ah well, he knew himself well enough to know that might not always work. The angel wasn't bedecked in his usual finery for this, just the typical priests garb. He sat down in front of him, neutral and quiet, as Death got to cutting into that pizza in front of him.

"I prefer the small sandwich shop down the road but... my tastes have always more leaned towards the obscure." More of a statement of fact, though he does eye the pizza with a touch of interest. He knows better than to just cut off a piece without permission though. He's never rude.

"I have done my part for the day, all that is left is the usual bookwork."

Death simply wore a suit of his usual choice, can rested against a side of the table well within reach. Not that he needed it, really, but it simply seemed to finish off the attire and appearence he had assumed for now.

That wasn't working, no.

"Sandwiches are all well and good, but I've found something rather delightful in the foods that are heavier," and tend to help lead to poor health if consumed in far too large quantaties. A little funny if one thought too much on it, "Care for a slice? There's no meat in it, I assure you," familiar with many versions of himself, angel or no. At least as an angel he wasn't such a petulant child who would throw a temper tantrum at the drop of a pin.

"I do enjoy taking these little moments when I can."

He thought as much. Oh well, there was no sense in rushing it. The meeting couldn't go on without them, so they would just have to wait. Death was not a thing that should be rushed after all. Either of them.

He just folded his hands on the table and got comfortable.

"I've partaken in heavier sandwiches, I've grown fond of avacados in particular." But a sandwich with no meat tended to be a light one, and he could only get into heavier foods if indeed, he started eating pizza or pasta. He eyed the dish, and then quietly cut himself a slice. "I could try some, I suppose." He never really was ever full or hungry, he ate simply because something tasted good.

"A moment of peace and silence is good to have."

Eating because something tasted good was more or less why Death ate at all, sharing in that lack of hunger or being filled. Why not enjoy taste simply because you were able to? Simply because you didn't get hungry and got nothing else from it would seem like a waste.

"You've gone far healthier in your tastes than I have," it amused him in a way. In essence they were the same being, and yet all across the different worlds as it was they each turned out differently in how they chose to present themselves. It was fascinating in an odd way, "Chicago has an excellent deep-dish, one of the city's saving graces in the world I am based."

The meeting could wait, honestly. It wouldn't surprise him if they weren't the only ones who would show up 'late', lest not forget Death shows up only when it is meant to.

"Indeed."

He liked sweets, ever still. As long as it was vegetarian, he'd eat it. Ergo, he had often had doughnuts, soda, bubble tea and so on. He liked food of all kinds, both subtle and strong. All sorts of textures and flavors to be had, there was very little not to like about human food.

"It wasn't to be health conscious. I just deal with many unpleasant aspects of my duties, and I grow tired of handling dead flesh. I would just as soon not put more in my mouth." It was just a taste thing. Dead flesh was dead flesh to him, anything that had a pulse wasn't food. "Though I will agree, this is very good, a bit rich for me."

The meeting would still be there when they were done. He knew for a fact the Middle Eastern Death was still very busy in Morocco.

"Have you tried fudge?"

No one really wanted to talk about those odd European Deaths, garden tools and all, and there were so many of them that most of them tended to tag along and hang outside the room with his own Reapers. It honestly looked like a funeral in the hallway during any of these meetings.

"A part where you and I ten to differ," not that he minded at all. They were only the same in the most basic of senses, and a differin of tastes was simply a part of what held them all apart; nothing to fight about after all, "The rishness is what I enjoy about it, I believe it might be the point due to how thick it is," had to eat it with a knife and fork, and so on.

He picked up his soda, pausing for a moment, "Fudge? Oh yes, they've even managed to create so many different forms of it. It has been a while since I last had the time to get any."

Azrael hardly minded them, but no he never mentioned them either. He was a quiet and reserved person and too many of them had... loud personalities. Too strange for him, and some of them just didn't understand what the point of Death was supposed to even be. Honestly, it was like dealing with children.

"We are not exactly alike. Different aspects of the same idea do not have to agree with everything." As long as the core message was followed, who cared what one ate? "It's quite the mouthful. I might have to save some for later, perhaps I can convince a brother to have some. If they aren't too busy arguing with each other." As usual.

"There's a family run candy store not far from here that makes some of the best fudge in the city. That is not an exaggeration." He had a while to taste everything after all. "Perhaps we should visit it before we go. Bring something back for the others to enjoy, you know how much Kali likes new food."

"My point exactly," the same and different, whatever was needed in their respected realities, "A reason for all of our little meetings when the time arrives." Not that anyone outside of those kno what they were about, and no one really needed to know they happened at all; possibly for the better.

"They do allow for 'doggy bags' after all, and I'm sure they would enjoy something new," probably. Not everyone had a taste for it. Rich as it could be for those who could taste and didn't normally indulge in such things, or food at all for that matter. Oh well.

His fork tapped lightly against his plate, "That sounds like a splendid idea, and I do believe Kali may not be the only one who might enjoy such a treat."

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This is /your/ fault.

/hideous cackling

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