gatohielo:
@lcmuerte
Man, the after life was so boring. Lance had just stormed out of another heated argument with his roommate. It was starting to be a regular thing in their household now, but he could never bring himself to actually hate the guy. Well, whatever. He found himself on a park bench, arms spread across the backrest. His head hanging at the back as sunlight danced through the leaves, golden spots dancing on his body.
A gorgeous figure approached him (or, probably just passing by) causing his eyes to widen and an awkward smile curled. Shaking his head out of the trance, Lance quickly shot up from his spot and twisted his torso around to face her. Propping his head up with on his arm, he threw on his best smile.
“Why hello there, beautiful. Is it just me, or has the this place just brighten the moment you came around?”
La Muerte was just taking a stroll, trying to get a full layout of this place. While she was remembering each route she passes through, she heard a voice call out to her. She looked and saw a young man flirting with her. She has had her fair share of men like this, even when dead, they still do this. It made her giggle.
❝I don’t know hijo..❞ She vanished and reappeared sitting right next to him, her trail of yellow flower petals were left behind.
❝Which one do you think is the right answer?❞
