“Yeah. I'm not really that hungry.” He hands him the wrapped pastrami sandwich, catching eye of the canvas. “You paint?”

He takes him in thoughtfully, those doe eyes and callused hands. Sehun appreciates someone who creates. “That's cool.” He hums. “What are you currently working on?”

Can't be that hard.

Last time he checked, he's still considered as people. And he's definitely not running. So something doesn't add up.

Best not to open that can. So, Grim Reaper. How does that work? Is he not allowed to touch her or else he dies or. . .? He doesn't know the protocol.

That's. . . very lonely. Sehun squints in thought. He's not the best hugger. “I have a pillow you can borrow.”

“Yeah, I didn't think it'd be much help.” He sits across her, taking in this sulking reaper. “I'm Sehun, by the way.”

/. okay so i guess castor found me

“Just Grim?” He raises a brow before shrugging. “I suppose that works. Fitting name.”

“Good morning everyone.” Shakes his bag of Hot Cheetos. “Breakfast?”

Crunches on a cheeto while holding the other's gaze. Quirks up a tiny, mischievous grin.

Raises a brow at that, amused. Sets the cheetos aside and licks at his thumb. “You cook? I'll eat. We can even share.”

“Alright, settle down and stop terrorizing me with your cap.” Sehun ignores the noise his stomach makes at the mere mention of proper food. “Fine. I'll go get the plates.” He makes a move for the small kitchen.

Once again, he is alone. Sighs.

“It's either you're drowning in dust and rubble or you're drowning in silence. Choose your demon.”

/. when will i finish this solo huh

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