If anything could have pulled Daisy's attention from venting this seemingly unending font of annoyance and frustration, it was Veti. Of [i]course[/i] it was Veti. Daisy didn't even know why she bothered being surprised anymore. 

The Reaper didn't really bother with friends. Most of her kind didn't. She found birthday parties annoying and anything but ogling attractive men took entirely too much time and energy. And yet she'd willingly gone to live with Veti -- and even Siya, forming a silent, yet seemingly unbreakable bond with Tiny Vamp -- just to ensure her lupine friend didn't do anything regrettable. Because she would have regretted it. Daisy was certain of that much. Death was never what anyone expected. In most cases, that was a pleasant surprise. For Veti...

Anyway, it wasn't she was upset about it. It was sort of nice to put down roots somewhere, even if it was under the constant pall of death. And it sure felt like she did fuck-all to keep Veti from taking that final dive, but she seemed to like Artie, and Artie [i]loved[/i] her. And Daisy and Tiny Vamp made a...team, no matter how ineffective. And now Veti was alive and smiling and laughing and joking, and it hadn't cost Daisy anything at all, or hardly anything, so [i]why[/i] did she feel like roadkill? No pun intended. 

It probably wasn't [i]fair[/i] to direct all her ire at the Wight. It wasn't like [i]he[/i] was the one who'd hauled ass out of Death, all secretly different and clinging to Veti -- and not [i]sharing[/i] Veti, not like that fucking mattered to Daisy at all. But he [i]had[/i] clawed his creepy way out of Death, really just fucking up loads more shit than he ever could have imagined. And then he had the nerve to walk around all innocent and polite, like he was doing everyone a favor, yet another of Death's inmate's glomming onto their group and pretending not to know [i]why[/i] she hated him. 

Daisy was just deciding that maybe Veti was okay, and maybe she'd be better off somewhere that was anywhere but here, when -- wonder of wonders -- she felt the werewolf squeeze her hand. She'd have blushed if she could, for no real reason at all, or none that she could understand, though it felt strangely close to shame...or pride. She looked quickly up at Veti, ready to intervene, though the older werewolf didn't seem threatening at all. In fact, the way she wagged her tail like that made Daisy more than a little nervous that Artie would try and play tug of war with Aislinn and Cornelius, and half considered telling the werewolf to just [i]stop[/i]. 

But then it appeared Veti was alright, smiling again, and when Daisy looked back...the wight was there in front of her. 

She started visibly, and if Artie had been there, he'd have growled. As it were, Daisy had to make do with folding her arms imperiously over her chest, her scowl deepening with actual irritation at having been caught off-guard. Especially by this...thing. 

Oh, and how decent of him to pretend he didn't know what he could do to her. 

"Miss nothing," she snapped. "Do you want the short list, or the long?" Then, before giving him time to answer, "Look, just get the fuck out of my breathing space, Moldy. I don't share my air with zombies." 

Or anyone, really, given that neither of the two were given to actually breathing. But that was neither here nor there.