"Don't worry, you won't. Not if I have anything to say about it, and I always do." Saros chirped, her voice cheery despite the possibility of imminent doom ahead of them. She turned him around, placing a hand on his shoulder and the sword loosely near his back. "Just act like you usually did with these guys. And don't say anything unless spoken to, or we might not make this." And with that, she started them off, up the next flight of stairs.
Poker, Gods, and A Little Bit Of Mischief (CLOSED)
group
“Lovely.” He monotoned, stretching out his body before she turned him around. “I can’t speak eh? Then I won’t be like I was with these people. I cursed a lot. And I mean a lot.” He told her, putting on a rather nasty expression for their act. “Why don’t you gag me or something. There happens to be one in the corner over there.” He threw his head in the direction where a gag had miraculously appeared, seemingly out of no where. The mischief god was partial to the piece of fabric. It had gotten him out of a lot of sticky situations. “That way, they won’t suspect anything when I’m super quiet.”