The end is nigh, making Death a very busy man. And that's too bad because he's kind of stupid. Luckily, he's got Cheron, a deadpan heroine who just so happens to be immortal. Watch as they reap souls, fall in love, and destroy the universe. Then wat...
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At the edge of the Cavalcafé restroom's row of sinks, Cheron sits with the two horse-men. Although they are both brawny and white, they are not identical. The horse to Cheron's left compulsively braids his mane and vents a mile a minute. This is Toupika. The horse to Cheron's right sits with one hoof tucked between his legs and the other hoof over his muzzle. This is Sven.
Toupika gesticulates between braids. "And sometimes I'll wake up at noon and just feel drained. Like, I'll feel tired from waking up, you feel me?"
Cheron nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I feel you."
Sven chimes, "And the day will already feel wasted? That's when I really start to worry."
"Oh, god, yeah," Toupika concludes, and the three just sit there for a few moments.
"But that's okay." Cheron rubs the backs of her two new friends. "Not every day has to be an upward struggle and a boulder. In lethargic periods, you should still try your hardest to accomplish all you wanted, but don't beat yourself up. Don't wallow in your shortcomings; celebrate your successes. You didn't just wake up at noon. You got up. You feel me?
Toupika lets his hair down. "Yeah... Yeah, I feel you."
"We've got our lives to live, brother." Sven clacks his hooves together. "I don't even know what we're doing here."
Back in the dining room, not much has changed, save for perhaps the strength of the planet's gravity. The air feels hotter and unsatisfying, almost choking. Some patrons murmur among each other, but most shush back. Oto pats his forehead with a black handkerchief, then sets it down as the waitress approaches with their order. She nearly drops it as she scuttles to and from the kitchen, attempting to escape from the room's intensity. Juby and Oto stare at each other, and all patrons stare at them until Cheron, Sven, and Toupika stride out of the restroom. The torrent of eyes darts their way.
"Oh," Sven says. "That's what we were doing."
"Please. Stay right where you are, Cherry." Oto holds up a hand. "I've got this."
He then groans in vocal fry as Cheron ambles toward them. The clacks of her heels echo throughout the room. "What's up."
Juby tilts her head and smirks. "Cheryl-Jane!"
"You."
"I'm Juby."
"Uh huh. What do you want?"
Juby scoffs a giggle. "What is up with you people? Why do you assume that I want something from you? All I want is a fun—"
"Just give me your phone, Juby." Oto's voice is low, stern, and fatherly. "No one can know about this."
Her grin widens. "Oh yeah? Why is that? For the good of your PR?"
Oto brings his hands together. "For the good of the universe."
