DAEDILLION
The concept of "hanging out" is relatively new to me, despite my twenty-five lifetimes. Death doesn't typically get invited to movie nights or casual gatherings. Not until now.
"Dandelion! Pass the chips, man." Jimmy reached across the basement coffee table, his grin wide and deliberately provocative.
I passed the bowl without correcting him. After three thousand years of witnessing human communication patterns, I understood nicknames as social currency. Particularly annoying ones.
"It's Lion, actually," I said, watching his eyebrows climb. "Or Dae. My half-siblings in the Bone Realm called me Lion."
"Lion?" Jimmy tried it out, clearly disappointed it didn't annoy me. "Nah. Dandelion's better."
Aiko stifled a laugh beside me, her scales briefly shimmering along her forear
