You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
There was no answer, just a sigh and then his 'mother' disappeared. Adam felt the lurch in his heart even though he didn't quite understand it -- you haven't seen her in years, you idiot, why does it matter if she goes? -- and leaned forward after her out of instinct.
He jumped back though, at the appearance of the rags and mask. The appearance of Ludo reminded him of costumes from festivals in his home as a child, things he'd always been a little scared of. He licked his lips nervously and looked up at the God as the challenge of a question was posed to him.
"Uh, wow. Well...first, you look great. Exactly like they said, all spooky and shit." Always start with a compliment when you were speaking to the powerful, rich or famous. It helped when you actually meant it, which Adam absolutely did. "But I guess I just wanna know more about my death. Like..how the fuck did it happen? Do you know? I was just riding about...then poof, I'm here. Though if this is Hell, I dunno why we need a God of death...point is, I'm looking for some answers. And that-" He pointed to the cigarette.
"-Is a real good mix. Some of my best stuff. Where I came from the Gods liked smokes and drinks and stuff...dunno if you do, but the sentiments there, you know?"
Adam
It didn't.
