#1 Derelict Walk, Saturday evening
Apr. 4th, 2026 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apologizeswithpieMortal tasks, like, taking out the trash were things that Gregorith was still getting used to. But he had done something similar with some souls, so he was able to get the outside bin open with one hand, while holding his phone with the other.
"Ahmet wants to do what?"
Apparently the Egyptian pantheon had only recently been introduced to mortal slasher movies, and the eater of souls had been struck with the notion of hunting the worst of the damned through the woods.
"I mean sure...I guess uh, we'd need the requisition form for creation of a pocket realm, and the paperwork for-"
He broke off, recoiling. There was something in the bin.
Eyes peered up at him from the darkness, and then tiny hand-like paws reached up to grip the rim and pull itself into view.
It was actually kind of cute, but Gregorith recalled tales of a small rodent with a fluffy tale that liked to turn the tables on mortal hunters. Taileypo he believed it was called.
They stared at each other, neither moving, for what seemed like eternity but was really only a few seconds.
"I'm gonna call you back." he said before hanging up and opening the camera app. He managed one picture before his visitor scampered away.
He fled as well, back into the house before using the photo to look up what the thing had been.
"Oh, that's a raccoon."
"Ahmet wants to do what?"
Apparently the Egyptian pantheon had only recently been introduced to mortal slasher movies, and the eater of souls had been struck with the notion of hunting the worst of the damned through the woods.
"I mean sure...I guess uh, we'd need the requisition form for creation of a pocket realm, and the paperwork for-"
He broke off, recoiling. There was something in the bin.
Eyes peered up at him from the darkness, and then tiny hand-like paws reached up to grip the rim and pull itself into view.
It was actually kind of cute, but Gregorith recalled tales of a small rodent with a fluffy tale that liked to turn the tables on mortal hunters. Taileypo he believed it was called.
They stared at each other, neither moving, for what seemed like eternity but was really only a few seconds.
"I'm gonna call you back." he said before hanging up and opening the camera app. He managed one picture before his visitor scampered away.
He fled as well, back into the house before using the photo to look up what the thing had been.
"Oh, that's a raccoon."
