Apr 23, 2014
[crawls on head]
⊰ ✄ ⊱ There was a small noise --resembling a screech-- that echoed initially, anger almost instantly making it's way to the reaper's features. ❝What the bloody hell--❞ His voice cut off when he realized it was a person upon his head, and he pulled them off and into his arm as the other brushed through his hair to fix it. The anger that had settled upon his face faded when he realized it was a little girl. ❝--Can you not greet me normally instead of messing up my hair?❞