"Mori --" Memento hooked the blade of scythe around Mori's middle and yanked him closer -- the blade gentle to his fellow god -- just to jump on his back and slam both hands over Mori's mouth as his anchor, scythe clattering to the floor. "You bastard!"
Mori thought he had another minute at least— which was the trouble, when it came to dealing with Memento. Time may always be on his side, but that didn’t mean said time wouldn’t decide to mess with him, regardless of the hour glass.
Smirking as he felt the scythe, Mori didn’t even blink as he was yanked, or as he was tackled and ‘gagged’.
“Mmm? Mf? Mfff mgh mmmh?” Just making noises, despite being able to use their other communication methods, Mori let Memento have his moment before falling backwards. Licking his hand with an icy tongue the second they landed, his eyes were crinkled with mirth.
















