Now this is what it's like when worlds collide.

[atwistedfancy]

WHO: Grell & Jam
WHAT: A fortuitous meeting!
WHERE: Somewhere in the residential district.
WHEN: Today!

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[chainsaw_juliet]

He bounced on his heels a little, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tamed his wild laugh into soft giggling.
"I'd love to see~" Grell sang sweetly "and I'd love to play~"

In the shadows his eyes did peculiar things- instead of the soft, candy-lime colour they usually were they glowed a bright yellow. Paired with a mouth full of canines and hair the colour of blood, the Reaper certainly didn't fit the typical pale, droll skeletons Death usually portrayed.

"Why don't we go meet one of them? I'm sure one of them is bound to be on my List surely?" Grell gestured with his right hand before presenting his palm to him. In his palm now lay papers neatly clipped in the corner.

"Any you recognize?"

hfnskfs I'M SORRY, I WAS HAVING A COUPLE OF WEEKS OF SUCK. D: back now, hopefully!

[atwistedfancy]

Jam obliged. He carefully plucked up the stack of papers by its corner, using both hands only once there was no danger of accidental contact between the two of them. He glanced over the list of names there, one brow curiously cocked.

There were names he recognized, quite a few of them. It was not a terribly large city after all, not when you had spent all the life you could remember within its bounds.

"Evans Wyatt," Jam murmured, his thumb tracing over one particular name. "Him, yes. I spent some time with his mind a year or so ago." He glanced back up at the self-proclaimed Death, a smile quirking his lips. "Is it nearly his, ah, time, then?"

No no, it's fine! Hope you're feeling better ♥

[chainsaw_juliet]

"Yes!" Grell almost shrieked with joy, clapping his hands softly but excitedly. "Yes it is his time!"

"Shall we see, shall we see~?" He crooned, waving the paper away until it disappeared in wispy curls of smoke. "Oh please do come with me, it would be much more fun together!"

The Reaper gestured at his side flamboyantly until a Scythe rested in his hands. He gave Jam a comical little curtsy.
"Shall we go see~?"

ffffff a little. ;; man i suck.

[atwistedfancy]

The trick with the paper, Jam found himself admitting to himself, was a good one. The real trick of it was to make such an interesting move appear casual, mundane, and this... this decidedly flamboyant man pulled it off rather nicely. Jam liked it. Jam liked him.

"Lead the way," he commanded smoothly, raising a hand in an after you gesture. "I don't tend to get too close, but I believe I can make an exception."

It's ok hon, I had Melb. Fashion Fest. to deal with *___*';

[chainsaw_juliet]

Grell happily vaulted up onto the nearest roof and took off, heels clattering against tiles as he sped along the spines of houses. If he closed his eyes when he jumped it almost felt like he could fly and really now, Death would be a much more glamorous job if they could fly.

"Wyatt, Evans." The Reaper announced, dropping from the roof and landing daintily on the young man's sill. "Twenty and three winters." His eyes had turned a brilliant gold. "Heartbeats to date- 874,479,125." Using his boot, he pushed the window open carefully before hopping inside.

The man had awoken with a start, staring at them in disbelief.
"Time to go to sleep for good, Evans~" Grell cooed. The roar of a chainsaw.

The rip of flesh.

The splatter of blood.