"Do not disrespect me by calling me that vile title," the boy huffed after a minute. "I am a ChosenBorn."
He said it like it meant something. Capital C, capital B, divine reverb and all.
Kai blinked.
"Uh… cool?"
The boy's blue eyes darkened, just slightly. Dramatic pause. Clearly, he was waiting for the weight of those words to land.
They didn't.
Kai just stared at him.
The boy fidgeted. Then sighed like a disappointed kindergarten teacher.
"You have no idea what I just said, do you?"
"Not even a little."
"…Are you perhaps… chosen by Azrael?"
"Who?"
Wasn't that, like, the angel of death? Was he tied to the Sassy Death he knew about?
A bile threatened to throw out as Kai suddenly remembered the man—his antics, his grin, his god-awful flair. But he just closed his eyes. Kept.
The boy groaned and palmed his own face like he'd just discovered his partner in a group project couldn't read.
