Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

"Just remember to tell your wife that you said I could come to the back door and beg for food. I'd prefer it if she didn't hit me again if that's at all possible; my right eye's all swollen up and my right cheek's bruised."

[spirit_queen]

"Yeah, yeah." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"Not that I expect you to care, just that I'd prefer not to be hit."

[spirit_queen]

"I know. I'll tell her. Can I go now?" Osiris sounded like an impatient child. O.o

[Miranda_]

"I'm not stopping you."

[spirit_queen]

Osiris just left. No 'goodbye' or anything.

[Miranda_]

Set didn't really expect one. He didn't have anything else to do, so after finishing his drink, he went back to his stable.

[spirit_queen]

When Tina got home, she revealed that, tongiht, she planned on getting rid of Loki's shadow.

[Miranda_]

Loki had only just gotten back from work himself. He was relieved to hear this; he'd spent the entire shoot worrying about it.

[spirit_queen]

"And it'll be good for Osiris to practice disposing of more pwoerful shadows; yours is a very powerful one. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if it was the most powerful."