Kasumi was suddenly a bit unofortable-- the question Kiki had asked was a very sensitive one for all creatures. What happens after death? He’d been asked before, and he had given the same answer.
“I don’t know what happens when people die. Angels, contrary to some beliefs, are not all-knowing beings, and we are not dead humans. So... you’ll have to look at the various theories out there. Some believe that we will be reincarnated, some believe we simply disappear. I personally like the idea of life continuing as something else, so who knows... maybe you really could become an angel,” he said, a small smile appearing with his last statement.
“But no. You can’t turn into an angel by eating our food.” Kasumi giggled at the thought.
Kasumi went wide-eyed at the sight of the pizza. It was presented as a magnificent circle, but sliced into triangles in a way that reminded him of the spokes on a wheel of a cart or horse-drawn carriage. He’d noticed a similar pattern on the wheels of modern cars as well.
His thoughts were broken along with the breaking of the perfect circle when Kiki grabbed a slice out of the circle. “Here goes...” he said, bravely taking a large bite out of the pizza. A shocked expression quickly crossed his face, as if he couldn’t believe what he was eating. After he had chewed and swallowed, he simply said ‘wow’ before taking another bite, then another.
“It’s so.. yummy!” he said, eyes sparkling in delight. “So this is pizza... I like it!”
Ah, the Kiki-diet. Stanislav raised a brow, shooting Kiki a look as if to suggest Really?
So it seemed even angels didn’t know what was to happen after death. What could Stanislav remember from his own mortal death--? While he could vividly recall the sensation of life leaving his body, he didn’t wish to scare his companions.
Having returned with the pizza, the vampire king resumed his silence as he observed Kasumi take a bite. In a way, he was living through the angel’s experience; for he had never tried it himself. He couldn’t, and Stanislav found himself particularly uncaring--though he was relieved that the mythos seemed to enjoy it.
“...so it seems.” The vampire mumbled, allowing a quiet exhale from his nose. By then, the vampire king had resigned himself to check emails. As he couldn’t provide much to the discussion, and both Kiki and Kasumi would be eating; he might as well get some semblance of peace by pursuing work to pass the time.
“Apologies, both of you. While you two enjoy, I’ll be doing some work for the time being.” The vampire reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. His muscles seemed to relax as the vampire entered a zone despite the boisterous environment, attuning to his emails. Stanislav’s eyes narrowed as he checked his calendar, seeming to be mentally mapping something out as he began to type a response with his thumb.
This wasn’t to say he tuned everything out, per se, he still listened to Kasumi’s enjoyment; as well as Kiki’s own input. He wouldn’t ignore them, despite the overwhelming energy the two seemed to radiate amongst eachother.
She frowns seeming a bit bummed that the angel didn’t have the answers she was seeking. “I see....maybe a ghost would know what happens then.” Seems she would have to find another supernatural being to get the truth. It wasn’t an urgent matter, she hadn’t really lost anyone to the point of wondering where they ended up. Well minus the old grave keeper at her old hometown. But for Garridan she wanted to find out where Viktor could be. “I think I’d make an amazing angel!”
She paused her eating to watch Kasumis reaction and chuckles at his enthusiastic response to it. “I’m glad you enjoy it! It’s fun to watch people’s reaction to food they haven’t tried before!” She goes back to eating but deadpans as Stan mentions working and pulls out his phone. “Stan works a lot, work is really really boring. Minus my work since I work in a magik shop, my work is cool. But Mr. Stanislav does a lot of paper work which is bleh.” She then takes another bite with a smirk knowing that Stan heard what she said. After teasing she switches the topic to something more fun. “When we get back home would you like to help me decorate the cake Kasumi?”
