Gremlin Risitas — “No Cuffs, Just Eye Contact”
I’m sitting at a metal table that’s seen better decades. Knuckles wrapped in brass — not ‘cause I’m swinging, just ‘cause I could.
Tall glass in my hand. Something cheap. Something that sweats harder than it tastes. Condensation running down like it’s nervous.
Across from me sits Death.
No hood. No scythe. Just elbows on the table like he’s waiting for his order.
Neither of us talks.
He looks at my chest. I take a sip.
I look at him. He doesn’t blink.
This isn’t a fight. This isn’t a warning. This is just… acknowledgment.
Like:
“Yeah. I see you.” “Yeah. I see you too.”
No charging. No collecting. No dramatic monologue.
Just two entities doing the math and realizing:
Not today.
I set the glass down. The sweat ring stays.
Death stands up first. Nods once — real small. Like respect, not threat.
I don’t chase. I don’t flinch.
I just sit there, brass knuckles still on, finishing my drink slow because there’s no rush.
😌
Blink. Breathe. Win.