The door swung open like it'd rather have exploded outward in a shower of splinters, and a tall, heartily cheerful man swung in. "Hello!" He called, striding across the room to the bar.
Destruction was in the mood for some really terrible beer. He was remembering the time he'd been a pavement artist in London, and all the swill he'd been bought by the college kids. He always thought it was the quality of his explosions that did it, although it might have just been that they were drunk. Still, it took effort to draw an explosion at a horizontal level, and his had practically singed eyebrows.
People sometimes wondered why the embodiment of Destruction liked art so much. But Creation was his domain too - because coins have two sides. The advice reminded him of someone he'd given it to, once. He wondered vaguely how the kid was doing, meeting the rest of the family... sort of. Still, his decision not to come back had been justified. Freedom tasted good... like cheap London beer.
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Destruction was in the mood for some really terrible beer. He was remembering the time he'd been a pavement artist in London, and all the swill he'd been bought by the college kids. He always thought it was the quality of his explosions that did it, although it might have just been that they were drunk. Still, it took effort to draw an explosion at a horizontal level, and his had practically singed eyebrows.
People sometimes wondered why the embodiment of Destruction liked art so much. But Creation was his domain too - because coins have two sides. The advice reminded him of someone he'd given it to, once. He wondered vaguely how the kid was doing, meeting the rest of the family... sort of. Still, his decision not to come back had been justified. Freedom tasted good... like cheap London beer.