Silence Calms My Soul

Artem Arlovsky | 23 | winter 25 | bachelor | upper gramina | morgue assistant/helps Lukas at the apothecary | dependant rp for harvesttalia

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"Hey, hey, psst- Is this where the dead people are?"

The voice made him jump. He didn’t scream or anything, but he jumped, and as he swirled around to face the woman before him, stood in the middle of his morgue, he cried out, “what are you doing in my morgue?!”

It was more so out of defence- and maybe shock- but he made sure he hid the emotions well on his face.

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reticentassistant:

At the remark, he frowned more so, as some sort of attempt at rebelling. Not that he was fantastic at rebelling, he just looked extremely moody, “I don’t smile, I don’t have a reason to.”

In response to the wink, however, he had to look away; now that kind of interaction was definitely something he was foreign to. So…what he wouldn’t allow himself to see wouldn’t bother him, right?

“Then maybe you need to find one,” She held out her hand and smiled genuinely, “Why don’t you come join me for a walk or something? It’ll be good for you to get out.”

She noted how he turned away which was actually kind of amusing. She’d been kidding, of course, but it seemed like he’d taken it seriously. Oh well!

[reticentassistant-blog]

“Go out? You mean into the world?” He replied, raising an eyebrow, “too scary, I think I should return to my morgue. It’s nice and cold there.”

He turned on his heel, beginning to leave. He couldn’t help the slight panic rising in his chest, though, as he was certain she would come and drag him out. Although, he supposed going outside wouldn’t hurt him…

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“Really?” She didn’t exactly grab him and pull him out into the great outdoors, but she didn’t just leave either.

Trailing after him she frowned, “If you never try anything you’re scared of you’ll never get anywhere in life. If you’re really too anxious I don’t want to drag you out and give you a panic attack, but hey-” She stopped and put her hands on her hips, “Gotta man up one day or another. May as well be today.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He sighed, watching her carefully, “I won’t have a panic attack, don’t worry, but will myself leaving the morgue please you?”

Because in all honesty, it seemed letting her have her fun would benefit him more than declining her of it. He then added, under his breath, “and I’m man enough as it is….”

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“Yes, it will,” She snickered and offered him her hand, “Come on! It’ll be fun. We can go visit the bakery or something. It’s unhealthy to stay caged up in a musty place full of dead people like you are right now.”

She’d help him see that the world was one big treasure hold ready for exploring. It was best to make use of every second you had now or else life would pass by in the blink of an eye bringing regret along with it. He’d see in time.

[reticentassistant-blog]

He tried to nod in appreciation, asking as he wondered her intentions, "why are you doing this for me? It's....rather kind."

He'd never really had many people show him kindness.

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"Could you move?"

“Where?” Gilbert asked. “You’ve gotta be more specific.”

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reticentassistant:

kindlichefreude:

“Wow- that’s a little extreme.” Gilbert snickered, alarmed but ultimately deciding to at least hear the context. “What’d they ever do to you?”

Tolerable. This man was becoming tolerable.

“They died. I find out how.” Artem clarified, keeping his answers short - he needed to keep his cards close to his chest; this man wasn’t close to him in anyway, so Artem didn’t much want to divulge information.

“Oh, wow.” Gilbert laughed, a bit of a reflex from the shock kind of relaisation Artem just hit him with. “You were really shaping up to sound like a serial killer there.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

“Just because I justify myself, doesn’t mean I’m not what you thought; I still could be a serial killer.” Artem commented, brows furrowing deeper, as he side eyed the man next to him.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

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“Honestly? No.” Gilbert shot him a sunny smile. He meant well, really- he just wanted to make friends. Alas, Artem now had to bear the consequences.

[reticentassistant-blog]

Oh god Artem hadn’t the strength.

“Look,” he started, “you need to go. I’ll be starting work soon.” And by soon he meant in a few hours, but Gilbert didn’t need to know that.

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“Well..” Gilbert suppressed a smirk. “I bet that’ll be… dead exciting.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

Oh god. Artem almost smirked- that was a good one. He wouldn't- no he couldn't show it.

This man wasn't going to win.

"That's not funny." He mumbled.

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Today, you're my little bitch."

He closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them as he sighed, beginning to turn from his current job set to him by Lukas that morning, grumbling, “I’m far from little.”

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“That’s not the point,” Kirsten mumbled, mildly amused at his evasiveness, although not about to actually show it.

“I’m making incense, and I need quite a few things for it.  Here’s a list,” she handed him a scrap of paper which featured not just her list, but also a variety of other scribbled notes and doodles.

“I know that some of it is here in the shop.  As for others, I’ll need help finding it outside.  You do go outside, right?”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He nodded a few times, having taken the list and read over it briefly. She was right, most he knew where to find in the shop, and he placed the list down on the side, as he raised an eyebrow at her comment.

He paused a moment, then muttered, "I go outside...but only for short periods of time - I might catch a bout of positivity from everyone around me, so I have to be careful."

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Hey, hey, psst- Is this where the dead people are?"

The voice made him jump. He didn’t scream or anything, but he jumped, and as he swirled around to face the woman before him, stood in the middle of his morgue, he cried out, “what are you doing in my morgue?!”

It was more so out of defence- and maybe shock- but he made sure he hid the emotions well on his face.

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

reticentassistant:

At the remark, he frowned more so, as some sort of attempt at rebelling. Not that he was fantastic at rebelling, he just looked extremely moody, “I don’t smile, I don’t have a reason to.”

In response to the wink, however, he had to look away; now that kind of interaction was definitely something he was foreign to. So…what he wouldn’t allow himself to see wouldn’t bother him, right?

“Then maybe you need to find one,” She held out her hand and smiled genuinely, “Why don’t you come join me for a walk or something? It’ll be good for you to get out.”

She noted how he turned away which was actually kind of amusing. She’d been kidding, of course, but it seemed like he’d taken it seriously. Oh well!

[reticentassistant-blog]

“Go out? You mean into the world?” He replied, raising an eyebrow, “too scary, I think I should return to my morgue. It’s nice and cold there.”

He turned on his heel, beginning to leave. He couldn’t help the slight panic rising in his chest, though, as he was certain she would come and drag him out. Although, he supposed going outside wouldn’t hurt him…

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

“Really?” She didn’t exactly grab him and pull him out into the great outdoors, but she didn’t just leave either.

Trailing after him she frowned, “If you never try anything you’re scared of you’ll never get anywhere in life. If you’re really too anxious I don’t want to drag you out and give you a panic attack, but hey-” She stopped and put her hands on her hips, “Gotta man up one day or another. May as well be today.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He sighed, watching her carefully, "I won't have a panic attack, don't worry, but will myself leaving the morgue please you?"

Because in all honesty, it seemed letting her have her fun would benefit him more than declining her of it. He then added, under his breath, "and I'm man enough as it is...."

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"Did you kill them?"

“Kill them?” Erzsébet repeated with a laugh, surprised at the mere suggestion of it. Shaking her head, her smile maintained and she wrapped an arm around herself. “No, I didn’t go that far. Potentially used some choice language, but no blood on my hands.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

Artem frowned, but mostly towards the memory of two very rude men that had sauntered by earlier. He hadn't stepped in, seeing that the lady could handle herself, but he still had to see if she was alright.

"Shame, it would be fun to dissect a pair of assholes," he muttered, somewhat stiffly, "I've always wondered how big their brains would be."

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Today, you're my little bitch."

He closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them as he sighed, beginning to turn from his current job set to him by Lukas that morning, grumbling, "I'm far from little."

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Hey, hey, psst- Is this where the dead people are?"

The voice made him jump. He didn’t scream or anything, but he jumped, and as he swirled around to face the woman before him, stood in the middle of his morgue, he cried out, “what are you doing in my morgue?!”

It was more so out of defence- and maybe shock- but he made sure he hid the emotions well on his face.

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

reticentassistant:

At the remark, he frowned more so, as some sort of attempt at rebelling. Not that he was fantastic at rebelling, he just looked extremely moody, “I don’t smile, I don’t have a reason to.”

In response to the wink, however, he had to look away; now that kind of interaction was definitely something he was foreign to. So…what he wouldn’t allow himself to see wouldn’t bother him, right?

“Then maybe you need to find one,” She held out her hand and smiled genuinely, “Why don’t you come join me for a walk or something? It’ll be good for you to get out.”

She noted how he turned away which was actually kind of amusing. She’d been kidding, of course, but it seemed like he’d taken it seriously. Oh well!

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Go out? You mean into the world?" He replied, raising an eyebrow, "too scary, I think I should return to my morgue. It's nice and cold there."

He turned on his heel, beginning to leave. He couldn't help the slight panic rising in his chest, though, as he was certain she would come and drag him out. Although, he supposed going outside wouldn't hurt him...

[bunchofrpmemes]

roleplayiing-memes:

supernatural; starter sentences.

“Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?”

“I like him, he says okie dokie.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.”

“Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.”

“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”

“They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family!”

“I lost my shoe.”

“You’re a great big bag of dicks.”

“I found a liquor store and I drank it.”

“Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap.”

“You put your foot on my coffee table, I’m gonna whack you with a spoon.”

“Who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or you?”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year’s, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.”

“Snow White? I saw that movie. The porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother. Woo, she was wicked.”

“I had a crappy guidance counselor.”

“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we’re gay?”

“Dude, you fugly.”

“They made me slow dance.”

“I’m gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I’ve ever said.”

“I’m Batman!”

“You fudgin’ touch me again, I’ll fudgin’ kill ya!”

“These tacos taste funny to you?”

“What visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?”

“Hey, see if they’ve got any pie. Bring me some pie. I love me some pie.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“I’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.”

“Oh, I’m not carrying that. It could go off. I’ll man the flashlight.”

“Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again.”

“On Thursdays, we’re teddy bear doctors.”

“Oh yeah, life as an angel condom. That’s real fun. I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

“There are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are not gonna die a virgin, not on my watch.”

“For fans, they sure do complain a lot.”

“The whistle makes me their god.”

“Details are everything. You don’t want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.”

“Brains trumps legs, apparently.”

“I would love to have the sex with you.”

“I have genital herpes.”

“This isn’t funny, _____. The voice says I’m almost out of minutes!”

“I don’t understand that reference.”

“Hey ass-butt!”

“Today, you’re my little bitch.”

“Four score and seven years ago … I had a funny hat.”

[bunchofrpmemes]

roleplayiing-memes:

supernatural; starter sentences.

“Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?”

“I like him, he says okie dokie.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.”

“Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.”

“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”

“They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family!”

“I lost my shoe.”

“You’re a great big bag of dicks.”

“I found a liquor store and I drank it.”

“Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap.”

“You put your foot on my coffee table, I’m gonna whack you with a spoon.”

“Who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or you?”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year’s, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.”

“Snow White? I saw that movie. The porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother. Woo, she was wicked.”

“I had a crappy guidance counselor.”

“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we’re gay?”

“Dude, you fugly.”

“They made me slow dance.”

“I’m gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I’ve ever said.”

“I’m Batman!”

“You fudgin’ touch me again, I’ll fudgin’ kill ya!”

“These tacos taste funny to you?”

“What visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?”

“Hey, see if they’ve got any pie. Bring me some pie. I love me some pie.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“I’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.”

“Oh, I’m not carrying that. It could go off. I’ll man the flashlight.”

“Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again.”

“On Thursdays, we’re teddy bear doctors.”

“Oh yeah, life as an angel condom. That’s real fun. I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

“There are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are not gonna die a virgin, not on my watch.”

“For fans, they sure do complain a lot.”

“The whistle makes me their god.”

“Details are everything. You don’t want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.”

“Brains trumps legs, apparently.”

“I would love to have the sex with you.”

“I have genital herpes.”

“This isn’t funny, _____. The voice says I’m almost out of minutes!”

“I don’t understand that reference.”

“Hey ass-butt!”

“Today, you’re my little bitch.”

“Four score and seven years ago … I had a funny hat.”

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"Could you move?"

“Where?” Gilbert asked. “You’ve gotta be more specific.”

[zyklisch-deactivated20201115]

reticentassistant:

kindlichefreude:

“Wow- that’s a little extreme.” Gilbert snickered, alarmed but ultimately deciding to at least hear the context. “What’d they ever do to you?”

Tolerable. This man was becoming tolerable.

“They died. I find out how.” Artem clarified, keeping his answers short - he needed to keep his cards close to his chest; this man wasn’t close to him in anyway, so Artem didn’t much want to divulge information.

“Oh, wow.” Gilbert laughed, a bit of a reflex from the shock kind of relaisation Artem just hit him with. “You were really shaping up to sound like a serial killer there.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

“Just because I justify myself, doesn’t mean I’m not what you thought; I still could be a serial killer.” Artem commented, brows furrowing deeper, as he side eyed the man next to him.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

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“Honestly? No.” Gilbert shot him a sunny smile. He meant well, really- he just wanted to make friends. Alas, Artem now had to bear the consequences.

[reticentassistant-blog]

Oh god Artem hadn't the strength.

"Look," he started, "you need to go. I'll be starting work soon." And by soon he meant in a few hours, but Gilbert didn't need to know that.

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Hey, hey, psst- Is this where the dead people are?"

The voice made him jump. He didn’t scream or anything, but he jumped, and as he swirled around to face the woman before him, stood in the middle of his morgue, he cried out, “what are you doing in my morgue?!”

It was more so out of defence- and maybe shock- but he made sure he hid the emotions well on his face.

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

“Cause you have a nice morgue,” She grinned and strolled towards him, “Come on, I can’t be that scary! Besides,” Julchen flicked a piece of dust off her shoulder and pointed towards him, “Aren’t you used to pale people?”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He rubbed his temple with his forefinger, gritting his teeth as a throb emerged in the back of his skull.

“Used to them, yes, but talking pale people…that’s a no.” He replied, tone void of any sort of emotion. Irked would have been the best way to describe the thoughts in his mind, but instead he ignored them and mumbled, “you aren’t allowed here, follow me.”

He then began to lead her to the door of the morgue, whereby he would direct her to leave completely.

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Julchen snickered quietly, “Well, you might want to. My cousin and I are both as pale as the full moon, and we both talk,” She placed her hands on her hips and watched him carefully, “You’re pretty pale yourself. The dead people rubbing off on you?” She laughed at her own joke and slowly trailed after him. She wasn’t going to leave, but maybe this way she could lure him outside. The poor guy really just looked like he needed to get out more.

[reticentassistant-blog]

Wait- she had a cousin? /There was two of them?!/

Artem paused, mind going into overload as he was sure he had met this ‘cousin’. He wiped a hand down his features, groaning quietly as he wished he could just crawl back into the darkness of the morgue and do his creepy job.

He then ignored her joke, despite appreciating it, instead commenting, “let’s just…get you out of here.”

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

She snorted quietly at him dragging his hands down his face and wagged a finger at him, “Better smile more, fam. You’ve the talk less down, but smile more.” She glances back and shot him a wink. This guy could actually be pretty nice looking if he learned how to smile. Maybe if he got out more too. And that she could definitely help with.

[reticentassistant-blog]

At the remark, he frowned more so, as some sort of attempt at rebelling. Not that he was fantastic at rebelling, he just looked extremely moody, "I don't smile, I don't have a reason to."

In response to the wink, however, he had to look away; now that kind of interaction was definitely something he was foreign to. So...what he wouldn't allow himself to see wouldn't bother him, right?

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Hey, hey, psst- Is this where the dead people are?"

The voice made him jump. He didn’t scream or anything, but he jumped, and as he swirled around to face the woman before him, stood in the middle of his morgue, he cried out, “what are you doing in my morgue?!”

It was more so out of defence- and maybe shock- but he made sure he hid the emotions well on his face.

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

“Cause you have a nice morgue,” She grinned and strolled towards him, “Come on, I can’t be that scary! Besides,” Julchen flicked a piece of dust off her shoulder and pointed towards him, “Aren’t you used to pale people?”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He rubbed his temple with his forefinger, gritting his teeth as a throb emerged in the back of his skull.

“Used to them, yes, but talking pale people…that’s a no.” He replied, tone void of any sort of emotion. Irked would have been the best way to describe the thoughts in his mind, but instead he ignored them and mumbled, “you aren’t allowed here, follow me.”

He then began to lead her to the door of the morgue, whereby he would direct her to leave completely.

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

Julchen snickered quietly, “Well, you might want to. My cousin and I are both as pale as the full moon, and we both talk,” She placed her hands on her hips and watched him carefully, “You’re pretty pale yourself. The dead people rubbing off on you?” She laughed at her own joke and slowly trailed after him. She wasn’t going to leave, but maybe this way she could lure him outside. The poor guy really just looked like he needed to get out more.

[reticentassistant-blog]

Wait- she had a cousin? /There was two of them?!/

Artem paused, mind going into overload as he was sure he had met this 'cousin'. He wiped a hand down his features, groaning quietly as he wished he could just crawl back into the darkness of the morgue and do his creepy job.

He then ignored her joke, despite appreciating it, instead commenting, "let's just...get you out of here."

[zyklisch-deactivated20201115]

"Could you move?"

“Where?” Gilbert asked. “You’ve gotta be more specific.”

[zyklisch-deactivated20201115]

reticentassistant:

kindlichefreude:

“Wow- that’s a little extreme.” Gilbert snickered, alarmed but ultimately deciding to at least hear the context. “What’d they ever do to you?”

Tolerable. This man was becoming tolerable.

“They died. I find out how.” Artem clarified, keeping his answers short - he needed to keep his cards close to his chest; this man wasn’t close to him in anyway, so Artem didn’t much want to divulge information.

“Oh, wow.” Gilbert laughed, a bit of a reflex from the shock kind of relaisation Artem just hit him with. “You were really shaping up to sound like a serial killer there.”

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Just because I justify myself, doesn't mean I'm not what you thought; I still could be a serial killer." Artem commented, brows furrowing deeper, as he side eyed the man next to him.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

[reticentassistant-blog]

Fivla

✂: Our muses do arts and crafts - one’s talented at it, and one sucks… bad. @bloody-fishies - "I never said I was good at drawing," he mumbled, eyes settling on her own piece. He sighed, murmuring, "you know, that's very good. Can I keep it?" He couldn't help but admire the pencil work, and something about what she had drawn was oddly calming. He wouldn't state that out loud, however, he wasn't that nice.

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"Could you move?"

“Where?” Gilbert asked. “You’ve gotta be more specific.”

[zyklisch-deactivated20201115]

reticentassistant:

kindlichefreude:

reticentassistant:

Lips tightened into a thin line, as Artem felt his hands itch slightly beneath his gloves, eyes narrowing critically as he watched the other. He took a deep breath, raising an eyebrow lazily, as he replied, “to the side, or move faster - either is adequate, just as long as you’re not holding me up.”

“Holding you up?” Wow, hello ultimate conversation starter- this led right onto opening up a way to talk more. Gilbert, instead of completely following instructions, simply spun around o that he was walking by Artem’s side.

“So… where are you going?”

He was silent, proceeding to stuff his hands into his pockets as a headache started to ebb its way into his temples and behind his eyes. If this was how his day was to start, then he just wanted to be swallowed by the earth and left to rot.

He wasn’t here to make friends.

“I’m going to cut people up,” he commented, sharply, hoping that the guy would get the idea to leave him be. Of course, Artem wasn’t actually going to hurt anyone. Just see if any autopsies had been handed to him in his paperwork.

“Wow- that’s a little extreme.” Gilbert snickered, alarmed but ultimately deciding to at least hear the context. “What’d they ever do to you?”

[reticentassistant-blog]

Tolerable. This man was becoming tolerable.

"They died. I find out how." Artem clarified, keeping his answers short - he needed to keep his cards close to his chest; this man wasn't close to him in anyway, so Artem didn't much want to divulge information.

[zyklisch-deactivated20201115]

"Could you move?"

“Where?” Gilbert asked. “You’ve gotta be more specific.”

[zyklisch-deactivated20201115]

reticentassistant:

Lips tightened into a thin line, as Artem felt his hands itch slightly beneath his gloves, eyes narrowing critically as he watched the other. He took a deep breath, raising an eyebrow lazily, as he replied, “to the side, or move faster - either is adequate, just as long as you’re not holding me up.”

“Holding you up?” Wow, hello ultimate conversation starter- this led right onto opening up a way to talk more. Gilbert, instead of completely following instructions, simply spun around o that he was walking by Artem’s side.

“So… where are you going?”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He was silent, proceeding to stuff his hands into his pockets as a headache started to ebb its way into his temples and behind his eyes. If this was how his day was to start, then he just wanted to be swallowed by the earth and left to rot.

He wasn't here to make friends.

"I'm going to cut people up," he commented, sharply, hoping that the guy would get the idea to leave him be. Of course, Artem wasn't actually going to hurt anyone. Just see if any autopsies had been handed to him in his paperwork.

[reticentassistant-blog]

"Hey, hey, psst- Is this where the dead people are?"

The voice made him jump. He didn’t scream or anything, but he jumped, and as he swirled around to face the woman before him, stood in the middle of his morgue, he cried out, “what are you doing in my morgue?!”

It was more so out of defence- and maybe shock- but he made sure he hid the emotions well on his face.

[cyanus-tracks-blog]

“Cause you have a nice morgue,” She grinned and strolled towards him, “Come on, I can’t be that scary! Besides,” Julchen flicked a piece of dust off her shoulder and pointed towards him, “Aren’t you used to pale people?”

[reticentassistant-blog]

He rubbed his temple with his forefinger, gritting his teeth as a throb emerged in the back of his skull.

"Used to them, yes, but talking pale people...that's a no." He replied, tone void of any sort of emotion. Irked would have been the best way to describe the thoughts in his mind, but instead he ignored them and mumbled, "you aren't allowed here, follow me."

He then began to lead her to the door of the morgue, whereby he would direct her to leave completely.