Oh, I forgot to mention, they’re sort of bad guys. Our count is much higher than anyone else’s,” Four drawls. “Not to mention the sheer volume of souls we’ve reaped. Make what obvious? It would be awesome if they’d talk about this stuff here more than there. They can’t cover it up if they make it so obvious,” Two-I love his voice the most-says as he pours himself a drink. We’ve excelled at everything, won time after time, yet never get into the trials. They had to do this because everyone else was starting to have the same questions we were. They’re running out of reasons as to why we can’t be there. Whatever he doesn’t want us knowing will be easier for us to find,” Three says flippantly. We should be ready for anything,” One states conversationally, as though they’re picking up a discussion they paused to sex up that very lucky girl.
“Manella has something planned if he’s finally putting us in the trials. The conversation shifts when they start discussing these trials I’m so curious about, so I perk up. I’ll try some of that pepperoni when I can. Or I’ll just figure out a way to finally possess these women and be a little bit of everything,” I tell them absently, studying the types of pizza they ordered tonight. “I’ll change all of your minds on brunettes. “How about we just get some rainbow-haired girls and call it a tie?” Three drawls. “I find it rather annoying how you four classify women based on their hair color,” I primly state, pretending as though my opinion carries weight, when they can’t even see or hear me.
“Not to mention they make you work for it.” And they’re fucking vicious in the best way,” Two says as he grabs another piece of pizza. Very little effort in convincing them to try a little bit of anything,” One goes on. “Yeah, but the blondes I pick out are wildcats. “Brunettes are the ones who fake it the least,” Four says with a smirk, winking over at Three, who pointedly ignores him. “Tolerable is not a very sexy way of describing the women with my hair color, Three” I say on an exasperated sigh. “Brunettes are the most tolerable,” Three says after draining a beer. “I’ll be game for basically anything with the four of you the second I’m whole.” “Only because you haven’t met me yet,” I point out. “Blondes are more fun,” One states with a dark grin. “Nothing at all wrong with brunettes,” I tell him, though he obviously doesn’t hear me. We haven’t had a redhead in a while,” he tells them. I join them at the table, sitting in my seat on the end, pretending I’m eating a piece as well as Two speaks around a mouthful. They send her on her way the second pizza arrives. And yes, I realize it’s because of petty jealousy.
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