Happy Life
"Deuses-shmeuses," Ober was about to spit disdainfully, but remembering Ciel's lessons on manners and where he currently was, managed to restrain himself. "What the hell do we need them for? Anyone can sit on a golden chair with their ass. I don't want to choose between a fat one and a skinny one."
Have you seen what she looks like? Now take a look at yourself.
- I understand. But Her pages are only just being created, and I intend to witness them firsthand. I am a man without a past, which means I only have a future. And as for events — it turns out we'll have to create them ourselves. Until we meet again, friend, — he nods cordially to his colleague. — I was very glad to see you again, and may someone up there with a beard on a cloud see that this is not the last time.
Having said this, Vargas turned away and kissed the cross on his chain. Then he addressed the young one:
- Did you blush? Or turn pale? I can't tell in this smoke. Never mind, you'll get used to it. Come on, let's go. Since we didn't achieve anything here, then... the bar — that's our new destination.