Neutral Omens

Famine squeezed Pollution's shoulder reassuringly, wishing for once that he was as unnoticable as his companion. The corner of his eye was twitching ever so slightly, and he raised his free hand in an attempt to rub away an impending headache. He leaned over just enough to murmur in Pollution's ear in a joking tone. "Sometimes I wonder how Death would react if something unfortunate were to happen to Pestilence." Not that he truely wished harm on his old friend, but sometimes... He could use a drink after this, though hopefully not one strong enough for a repeat of last night.