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Characters: Melinoe, Phonos [COMPLETED.]
Date/Time: Late night of the 15th, during work.
Location: Their work (the morgue at the state hospital).
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None?
Summary: Melinoe is curious about kissing, Phonos is awkward.

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[meli_mollifies]

Melinoe had been teaching herself to keep her chatting with the ones who always found her to a minimum, especially in public, even though they seemed to fade into the background when other living were present. She couldn't decide if it was because they were trying to be respectful of her or if the living had an advantage to having more energy behind their presence; such as a beating heart. Tonight, the particular victim that Phonos (she was getting better with calling him by his working name) was examining had gotten into her face more than once, angry at the world and everything about it and decided that he wanted her dead because she wasn't doing anything to help

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Phonos dropped the last bullet into the metal tray with a distinct clang, glancing up as he heard Melinoe's voice. Murder glanced down to the still body and then looked back to her again, both amused and a little confused about her ability to speak with them. He walked away from the body and toward the counter to drop one of the bloodied towels into the laundry bin marked with a biohazard symbol.

"I am restless," he replied quietly. "There is something I am missing with another victim here. For Murder to be unaware of his own methods is.. uncomfortable."

His lip twitched for a split second into a regretful smile, an involuntary gesture of the humanity he had buried within himself somewhere. Phonos set the tweezers in the sink farther down the counter, then turned around to lean against the counter's edge, keeping his bloodied gloves hanging with nonchalance in the air. "I am not presently interested in tea, thank you."

[meli_mollifies]

She gave a short nod to his answer regarding the tea, but it was what he said before that made her perk up a little more. "What do you believe you are missing?" Meli's head canted gently as she came further into the room. It made her curious to see Phonos puzzled by something that wasn't there in relation to something that he was a part of.

Death was something of a curiosity for Melinoe, even though her life had always been a part of it. She handled much of the after--the souls who were unhappy needed to be appeased so they would avoid haunting the living before going into the Underworld. She had never been overly comfortable with the how they passed on. Being in the presence of a dying mortal was incredibly unsettling: There really was nothing like experiencing a spirit fighting to stay with its mortal, dying host.

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"I do not know," he admitted with a tension in his voice, revealing the truth of his discomfort. Phonos hated that he was feeling more than he used to as much as he hated not knowing what it was. Were he himself again, the Phonoi, he would know; being this mortal made him so very limited in his perspective that he found it difficult even to function at times.

Finally he shifted his gaze over toward her. Though he knew that she could speak with the dead, he would never ask her to interfere with his own work by asking them; it was disrespectful, distasteful, and a disgusting idea that he should even need to consider the thought. "A wound. Some causality. The facts are plausible, but not likely; enough for our superiors to accept, but not entirely correct."

He paused. "Or, perhaps, I am only used to more proficient Killing."