Your parents must've hated you. They gave you two the strangest names, she thought she made it unusually clear to this man as compared to what she tells others, but explaining is not something she has time for at the moment; she needs to get Del back home as quick as possible because this place is giving her the creeps, she lets out a chuckle, "Well, maybe they're just quirky!"
Niflheim, hm? I'll be taking my leave of you all then, to see what I can do about Lady Delirium's lord and lady. Death rather thinks that letting The Corinthian roam about without her brother around as a bad idea. The one standing before her is not exactly the same one who walked the streets of London eating people's eyeballs as snack, and Death finds herself unable to come up with any reason to object to him, "Uhm, sure..." she just hopes that her brother had made a wise decision when he decided to re-create this certain nightmare.
She then turns to her little sister who spoke, ...uHm, can we gEt a suGar coNe in niFlhoMe? Death is not so sure, but she figures that there is bound to be a candy shop around who would be willing to make one sugar cone for her. People tend to recognize her as a long lost friend or relative or even lover, and they like to give her things, so she just hopes that a certain candy shop owner would recognize her as such, "Yes, dear," and even if there is no candy shop around, she is sure that people around here consume sugar and she can make do with what she has, "we'll find a sugar cone, I promise."
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Niflheim, hm? I'll be taking my leave of you all then, to see what I can do about Lady Delirium's lord and lady. Death rather thinks that letting The Corinthian roam about without her brother around as a bad idea. The one standing before her is not exactly the same one who walked the streets of London eating people's eyeballs as snack, and Death finds herself unable to come up with any reason to object to him, "Uhm, sure..." she just hopes that her brother had made a wise decision when he decided to re-create this certain nightmare.
She then turns to her little sister who spoke, ...uHm, can we gEt a suGar coNe in niFlhoMe? Death is not so sure, but she figures that there is bound to be a candy shop around who would be willing to make one sugar cone for her. People tend to recognize her as a long lost friend or relative or even lover, and they like to give her things, so she just hopes that a certain candy shop owner would recognize her as such, "Yes, dear," and even if there is no candy shop around, she is sure that people around here consume sugar and she can make do with what she has, "we'll find a sugar cone, I promise."