Can you die twice? [Also lightly, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of his gut.] Imagine that. True, I don't feel I've totally shuffled this mortal coil. Still feeling quite fleshy and mortal in fact. Not to mention the nicotine pangs.
[This is a hell of an introduction. Sorry, but he laughs. Still shaking hands!]
And I'm a man as rank as week-old carry-out. Right back at you, Miss Elysia. I mean, hell, what else are we gonna do?
[He is very politely only looking people in the face, and also trying very hard to not look at their extra eyes or their furry ears, so this is a welcomed break for him.]
I suppose that it keeps things fresh and exciting this way, at least. One never knows what to expect even after reaching the other side.
[WHAT TO EXPECT IS BURGERS, APPARENTLY. His head tilts a little.]
Do you mind? May I please have what you chose? It looks very good.
Thank you very much, by dear. I'll be just a short while.
[Excuse him as he goes shuffling back off toward the edge of the fog and then closes his eyes to take a stroll through it.
Which undoubtedly ends up spitting him back out right where he started, except the problem is everything feels the same when there is fuckall to run into except a few clear protrusions and also other people, so he does not know he's made it back out yet.]
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