#;;warneverchanges

[redstained--death]

@highnoonisms

   When it came to being in spots that no human would ever lounge in, Grell was the master. The reaper sat on the top of a sheer wall that was well over twice their height.    Their gloves were sitting next to them and they were filing away at beautifully painted, red, nails. The area had been void of people for a while, so when someone sauntered through, it raised suspicion.    Looking to the man in cowboy garb, the reaper gave a snicker. That was terribly out of style, yet it suited the man. How peculiar.         “Now, what is a tall drink of water, like yourself, doing out here all on his lonesome?”

[redstained--death]

@ancdyne

   The bright red flash of hair and clothing was hard to miss, still, they seemed to come out of no where to stop in front of the other. Bright green eyes glanced up to the female from a book in their hands that was flipped open to a page with quite the many sticky notes plastered over it.         “Angela Ziegler? Could I get a moment of your time?”    The words slicked past slightly pink tinted lips before they parted in a shark-toothed grin. Really, those teeth should not be on anyone. Especially when someone was trying to look nice and not intimidating.