As he drew forward into a more conversational distance, Sephiran turned to face him without skipping a beat. The other boy was pretty beaten up judging by the look of him, but again … alive was a good start. Clearly, he wasn’t too bad off to put his blackened humor away. On the inquiry of how the afterlife was going, Aresenn couldn’t help the snicker of laughter that escaped through his nose. “Hell was talked up a lot more to me than this. If this is it, I’m disappointed.” He answered with his own joke, though as he spoke, he allowed his attention to drift. With a quick panning glance through the forest around them, he sought out any points of interest that would be worth sticking around for. Nothing stuck out to him. Clearing his throat, he realigned his fiery gaze to meet Sephiran’s. “Have you had anything eventful happen?” The Praetor boy asked, not sure where to even begin in describing his own absence.
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