Em: What's that funny smell?... *sniff sniff*
*sniffs to the closet*
....
*sniffs*
Em: Good heavens. It's inside that closet....
*sniffs*
*opens closet*
Em: oH MY G-
Death: Word.
Em: Holy sh*t you startled me. I cannot believe you brought a rotting corpse here!
Death: I was going to get rid of that...
Em: *gasps*
Death: What are you even doing here? This is my office. I'll put millions of corpse inside that closet if I wanted to.
Em: *gasps louder*
Death: IF YOU EVER SNOOP AROUND MY STUFFS AGAIN THEN I'LL PROBABLY KILL BILLIONS OF PEOPLE, PROBABLY END HUMANITY, AND SHOVE ALL OF YOU HERE. IN. MY. F*CKING. CLOSET.
Em: Is that your... underwear? Ew...
Death: WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?
Em: You do know that there's a dirty underwear in your couch, right?
Death: What the hell do you care?! Just leave my underwear alone! Just-
*closes eyes*
*sighs*
*pinches the nose's bridge*
get your ass out of this room. Like, why are you even here...
Em: Why so grumpy? Oh, and pack up. We're going to the beach today. Yayy, aren't you excited?
Death: I'm busy.
Em: No, you're not.
Death: Yes, I am.
Em: No, you're not.
Death: YES I AM.
Em: I asked Devin if you're gonna be busy and he told me you're free the whole day.
Death: I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH. It's not even summer.
Em: Pft. Is liwl Deathy here afwaid of Mr. Sun? D'awe.
Death: I'm not going to the beach. PERIOD.
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*at the beach*
Em: Oh, and I thought you didn't like beaches.
Death: *puts sun glasses up* *drinks coconut juice with umbrellas on top* *applies sun block*
Em: ...you even wore khaki shorts. I didn't even know you own one.
Death: I own SO many things, for your information. And you forced me to come here, so why not enjoy it, right?
Em: You just agreed because I told you there will be women here in their bikinis...
Death: And that too... *stares at girls playing volleyball*
Em: Why won't you just admit that you like beaches??
Death: Correction, *raises a finger* not beaches, but b*tches. In bikinis, specifically. Do you think I like staying in the sun? I'm the grim-reaper for f*ck's sake, I should be in the dark. Lurking.
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