@symphonicdream​
Thing about being a Reaper was, he didn’t need to sleep. Hell, he didn’t need to do much of anything. But he had to sleep in order to avoid his true identity being discovered, which was easier said than done around the woman known as Alice. She was perceptive as hell.
He opened the door to the closet he had slept in and stepped out of it. He had been given a guest room, but he didn’t want to risk one of Alice’s kids discovering him. That’d lead to all sorts of questions.
He trudged out into the hallway and let out a sigh.
“Now how am I going to get out of this house without being spotted?”Â
Oh, that’s right. He didn’t have an energy source. He couldn’t be detected,
“Just play it cool. Play it totally cool.”
He was so frazzled that he forgot he could teleport.
He turned a corner and damn near walked straight into Alice, only managing to step back at the last moment.
“Oh, sorry about that Alice-”Â
His eyes widened. His palms were sweaty.Â
“That’s a very flattering nightgown you have on . . . “Â
He coughed awkwardly and tore his eyes upward, forcing himself to look her in the eyes.
But they were beautiful too!
He was at a tactical disadvantage here. This woman was dangerous!Â