He was slightly hesitant to walk over to Death. After their last encounter, he figured they’d agreed to just keep their distance. But something strange was going on. Waking up here feeling like the worst hangover in history, having this stupid bracelet that seemed to have numbed his powers completely and of course, the lingering feeling of dread in the air all didn’t really help at all. He was relieved to see a familiar face. But there was the lingering confusion over the lack of Death’s dark aura. The bracelet must have been messing with his sight too. But everyone else looked normal.
Good to start small, right? Sweating nervously, he sat down next to Death at one of the many decorative tables in the dining area. In his hand was the pineapple he’d ripped in half, along with two plastic forks from the kitchen. He held one half out to Death.
He had been sitting alone. Head against the table as he contemplates everything about what’s happening now. Head still sore after getting attacked by a pineapple. Honestly it didn’t even hurt anymore. He was just more annoyed at the fact someone had thrown a chunk at him...
As he’s thinking however, he hears footsteps approaching him and the figure sitting beside him. Causing Des to tilt his head at the voice. He’s raising a brow at the questions before sitting up with a sigh. Hand rubbing the back of his head before shaking it for a moment.
“No... I think I’m good for now. I’ve had enough experience with pineapple since I’ve got one myself and just had one thrown at me... But thank you for offer at least.”