hadriel | Voice || Alone in a Box

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Voice || Alone in a Box

Well this is fucking boring.

If this keeps going I'm willing to take one for the team, fill this coffin with alcohol and set it ablaze. Shoot this shit into the roof of the cave via explosion.

All I ask is you honor my memory by punching Fear in the face.

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[Noah is perfectly fine with the Demon exploding things that aren't himself. He can light things on fire to his heart's content once he's out.

Noah can't resist a small smile just the same as he digs.]

I've only got the one game, here. Use what you have, right?

Resourceful.

I'd be a lot more impressed if it wasn't being used against me.

[He can't hear any digging yet, but he's not sure how far down he is. He's not really six feet under... is he?]

Sorry, that's what friends are for. You can light things on fire once you get out. Hm, I'd say I'd look for marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers to make smores, but neither of us eat right now.

I'm gonna light Fear's entire fucking temple on fire.

[Free knife or no, this is messed up.]

Will you miss eating?

I haven't found any gelato here so the eating doesn't much matter, really. [Noah is uncommonly fond of gelato. It would figure he gets a body and never is anywhere that has it except that one time with the little pints of mass produced stuff. He still ate so many he got sick from it and still regrets nothing.]

Not gonna lie - I miss the drinking most of all. Pretty sure Ronan's cleared out almost all of my stash by now, though.

It's almost like you don't know a guy who could make you any alcohol you could ever imagine. Must be rough.

What the fuck is gelato?

I didn't want to presume or whatever.

Gelato is ice cream. Really extra creamy ice cream.

A ghost who likes ice cream.

[You are so fucking adorable and he's just disgusted.]

Well, if you suddenly can drink again, I can make you whatever you like.

[Yeah, he sounds actually genuinely really excited about more alcohol.]

Can you make schnapps?

[Because of course he prefers the fruity, sugary stuff.]

That shit that smells like candycanes?

[There's the sound of a bottle unscrewing. Apparently he's testing it.]

Yes. Yes I can.

Yes! I love schnapps, especially the flavored kind. I got wasted on butterscotch schnapps back at the place we were before. Drank like half the bottle, puked my guts out and was hungover past noon the next day.

[He says, cheerfully.]

That's a good thing?

[He's never going to understand you humans.]

From what I understand being hungover is like being hit by the subway while underwater.

Oh, yeah, it's awful. I've never heard it described that way before but it sounds accurate. Not that I've ever been hit by a subway while underwater.

[Yet ... he sounds so cheerful as he says that.]

You sound really happy about all this.

Well... Hangovers are the same, even if I'm different.

So it's something familiar?

[He guesses that makes a little sense. Maybe. Not really.]

Most people don't really enjoy the bad things.

There are worse things than hangovers, even if they're awful.

[The hangover themselves are awful, but the drinking before is usually fun enough to make it worth it, to still tie it to pleasant memories in spite of the sickness after.]

There's worse things than being decapitated and no one yearns to have their head ripped off.

Whatever, have your hangovers.

... I am pretty sure decapitation is the worst thing.

You're not using your imagination. What about being drawn and quartered? Covered in sugar and eaten by ants? Electrocuted until you break your back?

People hate demons, but humans are far crueler than anything I've ever seen.

[There is a distinct pause in the sound of Noah trying to dig, there.]

Please say you're making that up.

[he's kind of super horrified.]

I saw it in some medieval museum.

[Before Ethan coated the museum in blood anyway.]

I think I can actually hear you by the way.

That's - [Before he can fall back on one of his normal descriptors - just assume it was probably either 'creepy' or 'awful', he doesn't vary these things up much - Noah gets all excited, resuming his digging again.] - wait, you can? Really? Like not through the phone?

Yeah.

At least I think it's digging I'm hearing. Something up there anyway.

[He smacks on the lid of the coffin again, on the off chance Noah can hear him through the dirt.]

[Noah isn't sure if that was through the phone or through the ground, but he really really wants to believe it was through the ground. He shifts his phone to his other shoulder, really putting his back into it. It'll be a dang good thing he can't actually get blisters or exhausted, though he still can't do much more than a teenager of his size can do anyway.]

Aren't you glad you didn't explode yourself now?

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