The mention of Chris’s name makes the Shade’s face immediately light up.
“Chris Freeman? Yeah, I know ‘em. Great kid.” He replies, pausing for a swallow of his drink—then wrinkles his nose, staring at his glass.
“…huh. Good for what ails ya, but think I’ll stick with whiskey.” He muses, taking a more careful second sip.
“Anyway. Maine’s nice, I hear. Never got to visit when I was alive—and speaking of. You won’t lose no patients here, not to fret. One of the reasons I think folks like me ‘n Chris are here. Granted, I got a personal stake in one of the souls in this town, but when death takes a holiday? You prolly want a couple death entities around to help fix the problem.”
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“Chris Freeman? Yeah, I know ‘em. Great kid.” He replies, pausing for a swallow of his drink—then wrinkles his nose, staring at his glass.
“…huh. Good for what ails ya, but think I’ll stick with whiskey.” He muses, taking a more careful second sip.
“Anyway. Maine’s nice, I hear. Never got to visit when I was alive—and speaking of. You won’t lose no patients here, not to fret. One of the reasons I think folks like me ‘n Chris are here. Granted, I got a personal stake in one of the souls in this town, but when death takes a holiday? You prolly want a couple death entities around to help fix the problem.”