{A/N: Since I've locked my chapters, curse words will no longer be censored.}
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"Hey, Architect." Silas whispered to the masked man next to him.
"Call me Archie around these people." He whispered back.
"Yeah, uhm. Why did you choose white hair? It makes me look old." Silas combed his hair back. For some reason, they insisted that he should cut and comb back his hair before applying Gilea's equivalent of gel.
Both Archie and Death looked at Silas with flabbergast.
"You're a kid!" Death whisper-shouted.
"Didn't know you cared about those things." Archie raised his hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.
After a few seconds of trying to not laugh, Archie whispered back to Silas-
"Just remember the script. Don't explain too much, but don't explain too little."
"I know how to do this. I'm not a child." Silas rolled his eyes.
