FFM1: You Should Have Known Better
"Why are you giving me that look?" Deceit glared at him over her book, seemingly dissatisfied with his feet propped up on her coffee table.
"Why shouldn't I be giving you this look. You had a plant smash me in the face." Osiris leaned forward on his knees, pouting. He was right on this, he had to be. After all, it just wasn't polite for someone to order a plant to hit anyone in the face, let alone a twenty year old doing so to the god of death. Osiris could end her at any moment, and she didn't seemed at all concerned about that fact. There had to be something wrong with her.
"Technically, that was not my fault. The genetically altered plants are her fault, not mine. Most of them don't even like me." She informed him, rather bored if anything. Deceit threw the volume she was perusing onto her desk only to grab another from the pile on her left. "Get your feet off the coffee table before I remove them permanently." Again, she glared at him over her book, and reached toward the fire poker when he began to silently mock her.
"And just what do you think you are you going to be able to do with that?" Oh boy, did that get to her. Osiris was mildly excited about finally gaining a reaction other than disapproval from the girl before him, though he refused to give her the satisfaction of showing it.
Deceit stopped for a moment. This guy, this god, was way too sassy for her liking. That being said, it was probably bad karma to smash a god in the face with a fire poker. Or something along those lines at the very least. She gripped the handle, trying to come up with a good reason why she shouldn't remove his feet and various other body parts for having his feet on her coffee table.
"-'Ciet!" Merci sprang through the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Her sister was already half way across the room with a fire poker pointed directly at some guy she did not know. Though mystery guy deserved everything that was coming to him, at least in the redhead's opinion, for having his muddy boots on top of the antique coffee table. "If you do that here, he'll bleed all over the rug."
"God damnit." Deceit stopped mid-swing, and Osiris looked as smug as ever. She was going to wipe that smirk off his face one of these days. "What did you need, Merci." She tried to distract herself from the irritating being before her, to no avail.
"I just wanted to know if anyone managed to get smashed in the face by my baby yet... why does my newest creation have a cone on top of it?"
"Your thing smashed a god in the face, and wouldn't stop unless forced. Therefore, it's got a personal enclosed space until I figure out where it will be useful."
"You put it in a personal prison, 'Ciet," She whined, and then stopped. "Wait a second, it smashed who in the face?" Deceit sighed. This whole ordeal was going to complicate her dealings with anything for the rest of forever, she could feel it.
"Osiris."
"As in the shoe company?"
"No." Deceit could have sworn Merci was currently enrolled in a Godly Studies course. Why the redhead in question had thought about shoes before anything was beyond her, but she made a mental note to restrict her internet searching capabilities during lecture hours.
"You don't mean..." Merci looked from Deceit to Mr. Mystery Guy, and back again before the metaphorical light bulb blinked to life. "Well, fuck. You're not supposed to exist."
"Surprise?" There was definitely something wrong with the both of them, and Osiris was willing to bet on it. Unfortunately, it seemed to make them more intriguing for him.
"You're a really bad surprise." Merci pouted, completely unphased by his existence as a whole. The whole green skin thing didn't seem to even give her pause, which was unusual for him.
"Deceit," Etna poked her head into the library, and her mint colored skin bridging the gap between Osiris's understanding and Merci's actions. "Heh tried to sneak in the back window and ended up running into Freddy. He's the most recent inhabitant of the dumpster."
"Wait, you know Heh and you didn't believe me to begin with?"
"Heh is a lecherous bastard that will say anything to get laid." Merci informed Osiris. "I used the back dumpster as a target for animation practice, and it's eaten him twice since last weekend."
"Is that a usual thing around here, things eating people and then spitting them back up?"
"Well, the front lawn is like that, too." Merci shrugged, sighing. "I'm going to go kick Heh, now, before he shreds the thing from the inside." Osiris just watched her go.
"You're all crazy."
"Crazy is a relative term." Deceit kicked his feet off the coffee table and went back to her books, leaving Osiris exceedingly confused.
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