[ ... He combs his fingers through his bangs, lazily moving just enough hair out of the way for only Jonathan to catch a glimpse of them.
The eyes. A bright shade of green that faintly glows in the shadows, pupils that fail to adjust to the light properly and seem to just barely focus on the other man's face.
The Undertaker smiles. ]
Eh heh heh... Not so dull after all, eh?
[ He'd give more than a few seconds to let Jonathan come to a million conclusions, but that might be a bad idea. After all, the man paid him well with that pond incident earlier this week. ]
Put your fears to rest, Harker. I quit reaping decades ago. I don't have access to that list anymore and I certainly wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that Fontaine fellow.
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The eyes. A bright shade of green that faintly glows in the shadows, pupils that fail to adjust to the light properly and seem to just barely focus on the other man's face.
The Undertaker smiles. ]
Eh heh heh... Not so dull after all, eh?
[ He'd give more than a few seconds to let Jonathan come to a million conclusions, but that might be a bad idea. After all, the man paid him well with that pond incident earlier this week. ]
Put your fears to rest, Harker. I quit reaping decades ago. I don't have access to that list anymore and I certainly wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that Fontaine fellow.