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[makainoou]

Who: Laharl and anyone!
Where: City residential districts
When: Daytime
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!

Amidst the relocation of residents to the bubble is a sight which... probably isn't that strange, by Vatheon standards: that of a demon hauling a coffin through the streets. He doesn't seem to be having any difficulty carrying it, because he isn't, but he is awfully annoyed about having to.

Unlike most everyone else, whose places are just a little waterlogged, his entire building was deemed unfit for use. Maybe it was the water damage, or maybe it was the growing rat problem. Either way, he has to find someplace else.

"Maybe I should've just stayed on the damn island..."

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[zipperlips]

After talking some to Undertaker about coffins before he disappeared, Kurloz has wound up being pretty interested in them. So to see someone dragging one down the street catches his attention pretty quickly.

He approaches with a little greeting for a wave, then gestures at the coffin curiously. He thought those were for dead things. What's Laharl doing carting one around?

[makainoou]

Laharl isn't the greatest at interpretting expressions at the best of times, and he's in no mood to put any effort into it now.

"What? It's mine, I haven't killed anyone here if that's what you're asking."

[zipperlips]

Unfortunately, conversations with Kurloz require it, since he won't open his mouth and say anything. He does his best to make his gestures understandable, though. Typing to talk is a pain, to say the least.

At that, he gestures to Laharl, draws a line across his throat, then tilts his head. If it's Laharl's, does that mean he's dead?

[makainoou]

Laharl gets this one, and he glowers at the implication.

"I'm a demon, but I'm not dead. Not everyone who sleeps in a coffin is some kind of worthless undead vampire."

[zipperlips]

Kurloz shrugs. It's not his fault that things like demons and coffins don't really exist where he's from. He's certainly never seen anyone quite like Laharl. He gestures to the coffin a final time, then back to Laharl. Why does he sleep in it, then?

[makainoou]

Aaand comprehension is gone again.

"Yeah, I sleep in it. What the hell do you want? I've got better things to do than stand around talking to some idiot mime."

[zipperlips]

Kurloz makes an irritated face- he's not some idiot mime, he has his reasons and as far as he's concerned they're all perfect ones. Rather than pursue the question further and maybe getting Laharl trying to tear out his stitches or something, so instead he mimes lifting something up. Laharl can manage the coffin, sure, but would he like a little assistance with it?

[makainoou]

Laharl calls everyone some kind of idiot. If he weren't mute, Laharl would have found something else to remark on.

He arches an eyebrow at the offer. "You realize if you're carrying this, you won't be able to use your hands." Of course, maybe that means he won't try to communicate at all, which is all right by Laharl.

[zipperlips]

He shrugs and smiles by way of answer. He realizes, but it's not like they had a wonderful conversation going in the first place, and he figures helping might make this guy more accepting of his questions. Besides if he really needed to say something, he has his methods.

[makainoou]

"Fine, whatever."

He doesn't need the help, but it beats having this weirdo just following him around and making incomprehensible gestures at him.

[zipperlips]

As for Kurloz, he gives a thumbs-up and goes to take one end of the coffin, hefting it easily. Sure, he can be helpful! Look how helpful and non-irritating he's being right now.

[makainoou]

Laharl just hmphs and starts off again in some seemingly arbitrary direction.

Well, not just seemingly. He really doesn't know where he's headed yet.