“Okay….You tired? I…kind of…cleaned….a little….in your room…um…n-not too much I know you don’t like everything perfect looking…I just washed your clothes, put them away, washed your sheets, made your bed, vaccumed the floor, cleaned up the trash and put new lightbulbs in…” she fidgeted some more, “b-but not too much stuff happened…” she was getting flustered again, his absence made her too eager to see him.
He blinked a few times and slowly nodded, eyebrow raised “Alright…Thanks I guess…” He muttered and let out a sigh, glancing around for a moment. He shrugged his coat off his shoulders and hung it on the back of one of the chairs and mad his way over to the couch, taking a seat and letting out a groan. “Damn…Couch, I never thought I’d admit to missing you.” He laughed quietly to himself and stared up at the ceiling.
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“I-its okay…as long as you’re not hurt…” she smiled a little, “Do you want anything? I got some more food…and I didn’t know when you’d be back so I just kinda kept buying beer…” she laughed nervously, feeling a bit too housewife-ish.
He shook his head, slipping his hands to the pockets of his coat “Uhm, not right now—but thanks.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked around the house—thing seemed…A lot neater, which was odd. “Cleaned up a bit…Eh?”
“Y-yeah…there was nothing really to do…” she blushed and looked away, “um…s-some of my friends wanted to meet you….but…you can do that when you’re ready…” she fidgeted a little, moving in and smiling up at him, “welcome home…”
He raised an eyebrow and looked down to the girl, head tilting curiously “People wanna…Meet me? Alright…” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “Well, bring em’ whenever, I guess.”
“I-its okay…as long as you’re not hurt…” she smiled a little, “Do you want anything? I got some more food…and I didn’t know when you’d be back so I just kinda kept buying beer…” she laughed nervously, feeling a bit too housewife-ish.
He shook his head, slipping his hands to the pockets of his coat “Uhm, not right now—but thanks.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked around the house—thing seemed…A lot neater, which was odd. “Cleaned up a bit…Eh?”
(Source: bad-boy-death)
“Uhm…Hey…”
“Death-kun? I missed you! I haven’t seen you around the house in a while are you okay?”
“Eh yeah—-Sorry bout just leaving like that…” He murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Had some things outside of the city limits to take care of…”
“W-well I don’t have to stay here…if you don’t want me too…I can find somewhere else…if it’ll make you happy…I’ll do whatever will make you feel best…” she had an odd feeling, like he was hiding something, but she didn’t press it. “Death-kun…you…you believe me when I say I love you right? You know I’m not lying…right?” she gulped a little, and interlocked her fingers. Her eyes started to sting and she didn’t really know why.
He shook his head and took another, small drag. “No—it’s fine, I’m just gonna have to get used to it, again…You can stay, I don’t mind…” He muttered, soon dropping the cigarette to the ground, letting it burn out on the concrete. “Eh…I guess I do, kinda, I don’t…Know…” He sighed and brought a hand up to rub at his head, grimacing. “I don’t…Know what I believe…I’m sorry…”
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“Oh…” was all she really said, she shivered a bit, forgetting she was practically naked, “H-hold on let me put on some clothes and I’ll be back…” she shut the door and rushed into the laundry room, pulling out her underwear, one of Death’s shirts and a pair of his pants. After a while she came back out, sitting down next to the quiet boy. “You’ve…been kind of different…since doob died…anything you want to talk about?” she looked at her friend worriedly, her tone showed it as well.
He just sat there and waited for her to return, now holding the cigarette between his fingers as his arm rested to his leg. When she came back he flinched slightly, but shrugged it off, giving her a quick glance before staring forward again. “Uhm…I just feel kinda bad; I guess, and I’m not used to this whole…Other people living here, thing…” He trailed off and let out a sigh—He wanted to tell her about the talk he had with her brother before his death…But he couldn’t bring himself to do it, for once, he didn’t wanna upset or anger the girl, he just wanted her to feel better as soon as possible, and didn’t want to fuck things up…
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He had practically slept the day away, just now waking up—At night, what a great time…He let out a low groan and sat up on the side of the bed, holding his head in his hands as he sighed, waiting for the room to stop spinning at the movement. He reached over to the side table and picked up the pack of cigarettes and a lighter, soon stumbling his way out of the room and out the front door, sitting down on the steps, shivering against the night air as he lit one of the smokes, holding it between his teeth. He rested his hands to his knees and closed his eyes, letting the stick hang limping out of his mouth, the smoke sliding off into the air.
Eve had managed to get the house in pretty decent condition, she was now in the shower, trying to get rid of the chemically feel of cleaning. With her rabbit ears still in place, she heard Death’s door open, she hurried to get out of the shower to make sure nothing was wrong. She ran out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her, “Death-kun?” she called out. She made her way through the kitchen and the living room, still no Death, she opened the front door and stopped seeing him sitting there, her eyebrows pulled up in worry, “Death-kun? Are you okay?” when she saw the smoke she sighed a bit in relief, “Nevermind…are you feeling better?”
He sat silently, eyes closed, hands resting to his knees, the dimly lit end of the cigarette slowly burning away as it hung from his mouth loosely. He didn’t respond right away as he heard the others voice, to off into his thought for a few more moments before speaking up. “Sure.” Was all he replied with as he reached up, grabbing the stick in between his fingers and taking in a long drag, blowing the smoke out between his teeth.
