Social media is a hoax.

One word: millenials.

His kind of people.

They don't have to be. They're like, his awkward cult.

So tackling actually really hurt, but that doesn't matter. He got more important things to worry about, like clinging to Gev. He might have missed him.

He was rather content to simply hold on and enjoy all of the affection. It was likely that he missed that too. "Busy schedule?" He's not mad, too caught up in that breathless little bout of happy he'd wound up in.

"Yeah, people tend to do that." He's got his face buried in Gev's chest at the moment, so he mumbled a bit.

He might just melt because of that, Gev playing with his hair. It definitely made it harder to come up with an intelligent response. "They try, and sometimes they fail. They're still learning."

He'd almost forgotten just how tall Gev was, honestly, finding himself reminded when he had to lean up to steal a kiss. Now, that, he definitely missed.

Lights a cigarette.

Just makes himself comfortable in — Gᴇᴠᴜʀᴀʜ's lap like he used to.

"Tired," was the immediate response, but he relaxed rather quickly at that bit of affection. "Better now, though." This was familiar and comfortable for him, bringing a smile to his lips.

He'd be a liar if he said he hadn't missed this. Stretching his legs a bit, his head fell to rest on Gev's shoulder. "Not too invested in that book, right?" He had interrupted, after all, apology coming the form of a kiss pressed just under Gev's jaw.

As simple as it was, to be chosen over a book, he still couldn't help the rather stupid little grin that found his lips. Death was easily pleased, it seemed. Clicking that tongue stud against his teeth, he glanced up, head already tilted, "I don't tell pretty stories."

He was an emmisary of the heavens, Death given form, but damn him if he didn't like feeling small and harmless every once in a while. "Mine are all endings, the car crashes and the failing hearts."

"I like to think they go back through, be better than their last self." Of course, Death knew better, but it was a nice thought. "Doctors, volunteers. Good people. The world needs more of those."

That never failed to make him melt, the reaper tipping his head back into the sensation. "They always have, they're a confused lot." Coming from one with experience.

He wasn't very good at things like patience these days, so be chased that last kiss, leaning up to steal a proper one. "One can hope."

//hi I can't be on every day but, whaddup, it's me, ya boi

Oh, he's singing again. Mostly a low hum, but he's getting there.