[Strutting back to where he thinks his house is, figuring that in some kind of dreamscape afterlife it doesn't matter if he's barefoot and in pyjamas. Also, apparently Tybalt also died and got stuck here. He's still immeasurably pleased by this fact. It occurs to him that he was in a butchershop, which was unexpected, but brushes it off as maybe karmic afterlife employment.
Just when his good mood starts to slip away upon realizing he's probably in for that too - and it's less the karma that worries him than the employment part - he makes it to the front of the house and blinks, then pulls his shoulders sharply back with a flat expression.]
The hell....?
[He was almost certain this was the right house but the giant spider made out of metal and the beaming fat kid are making him pause before entering. He leans against a fence post and crosses his arms.]
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Just when his good mood starts to slip away upon realizing he's probably in for that too - and it's less the karma that worries him than the employment part - he makes it to the front of the house and blinks, then pulls his shoulders sharply back with a flat expression.]
The hell....?
[He was almost certain this was the right house but the giant spider made out of metal and the beaming fat kid are making him pause before entering. He leans against a fence post and crosses his arms.]