when i grow to be a poppy in a graveyard

[light_mischief]

[entering the boring way is, well, boring, but at least Catduggery is guaranteed to survive the transition. and it does give the Captain time to perfect looking cool and collected for the minute or so it'll take Skulduggery to reach him.]

Oh, that's right, I meant to ask... how did Izzy take the news? Did he give a little [mimes a golf-tourney fistpump] when he realized he was dead on about us?

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[sictransitgloriamundi]

[quickly mastering the art of looking smug without many discernible facial features.]

Another empty chamber. [he pets gentle fingers down the side of his skull.]

[light_mischief]

Mmmm? [which is as far into "what's that supposed to mean?" as he can get. look, you can fuck the skeleton out of the detective but you can't fuck the detective out of the skeleton.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[a quiet huff of a laugh.]

Don't worry about it.

[light_mischief]

[that just makes him worry more. or, it would, if he could bring himself to care.

probably not a good habit to develop.]

Hmmph.

[he's slow to pull out, and then there's no further consideration for the strap-on as it disappears. he collapses to one side of the Captain instead of on top of him, but it's a narrow miss.]

Just this once. Maybe later. [if he remembers.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he immediately cuddles up next to him, this form having a much more comfortable give against bone than flesh does.]

I'll remind you. [he'll forget even sooner.]

[light_mischief]

Good. Teamwork is important in detectiving...

[hm. that's not a word... oh well.]

Need me to move?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[wraps arms around him.]

Don't you dare.

[light_mischief]

[he laughs quietly, simultaneously a lead weight and lighter than the air, and settles in for a long rest.

warm and safe. two things he's dangerously close to getting used to.]