I can't control myself because I don't know how [open]

[labyrinthknows]

WHO: Toto Sakagami (labyrinthknows) and anyone who wants to play with him.
WHAT: Young/agebent Sakagami is painting people red in the market alleyways to teach them how to appreciate fine art.
WHERE: Market District, around town.
WHEN: High noon on the day of this post.

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[chainsaw_juliet]

He was becoming fond of the Oriental variation of his national beverage. 'Green tea' was what Nozomu called it and today the pair of them were in the Market District to replenish their depleted supply. They would have accomplished their mission had the red Reaper not stepped in something rather squishy.

"I do believe," Grell looked at the underside of his fashionable boot, "I just stepped on an appendix." A moment to survey the situation; he finally processed the sound of screams up ahead and connected them to the delightful conversation through the journals earlier.

The stench of blood and the sight of red washed the Reaper's eyes a bright gold.

[despairiminit]

Nozomu knew that giddy expression quite well.

"Grell, Grell, please, we just had your shirts laundered and pressed..."

The Teacher tugged Grell's arm feebly, hoping futilely to contain the killer inside of him. A silly wish indeed, since what he loved about Grell- his whimsy and affection and delightfully dark sense of humor- was his capacity to kill, and the hope that he would be next, unburdened of the life he lived.

For now, though, he was more concerned about the load of money they had both dropped on maintaining Grell's fashionable tendencies.

"All of that money..."

[chainsaw_juliet]

"But look at all that red..." He whispered, voice trailing away as they walked closer to the main square and saw the delightful damage the young one had caused. "And I've been such a good girl lately you know~"

The Reaper turned to the smaller man, pouting.
"I'll just buy new clothes afterward I promise!" A slightly more seductive curl to his lips. "Won't you let me play~?"

And his fingers twitched every now and then, a faint tremor running through his nerves as excitement was pumped around his body. The chance to be Death again was so so close...

[despairiminit]

Nozomu Itoshiki was not a strong man in the best of circumstances, but having a Reaper pout at him on a regular basis had eroded his resolve. He knew better than to cage his pretty Cardinal. Taking Grell's shopping bags on his arm, he ran a hand though his wife's delightfully unruly bangs.

"Alright, alright. Off with you. Try not to get caught."

It was amazing how he complied to his murderess wife- but Death did what Death pleased, and Despair could only stand by.

"And know you'll probably have Angelina very jealous."