|Dead Heart| Reaper x Reader

Chapter Twenty-One - Graceless

Somehow, Reaper let you off the hook from sneaking out and scaring the shit out of him. You still didn't know why he did, but you supposed you didn't technically do anything wrong, maybe he felt that he was also, "breaking the rules," or whatever weirdo justification he had.

It wasn't much of a trip back to your room either, as everyone had already been conked out from the long day they had, and you returned a bit later than you originally anticipated.

You weren't exactly sure what awaited you today, but in all honesty, you were pretty certain you could handle whatever hurdles Talon was planning on throwing at you. This wasn't exactly the time to be thinking about that, though, as you were finishing sliding on some sneakers, and getting out the door for breakfast. The rest of your little gaggle were already waiting for you by the door.

"Could you take any longer, (Y/N)?" Quinn quipped, a playful tone in her voice.

You shook your head with a grin as you made your way to the group, eyeing Quinn all the while.

"What can I say, needed my beauty sleep," you rubbed your chin, a smug smile creeping onto your lips, "and from the looks of it, you might need some more, too."

The group let the joke hang in the air for a second, before Arturo snorted into a low chuckle, everyone else following close after. Quinn shot you a jab into your shoulder, a smile on her face. Thankfully, she approved of your joke, especially judging by how she laughed along with everyone else, the smile making itself clear in her eyes.

You admired Quinn for that water off a duck's back attitude, you knew it would help her here.

Today you would be picking what kind of training route you'd like to go down. You were vaguely aware of the field medics, the infantry, and the heavy artillery, of course, you were still blissfully ignorant to what any of it actually meant.

A sigh of air released from your nose as you looked back up to the task at hand, Graham had opened the door for your lot, and everyone had begun to shuffle through, saying a small thank you as they passed by the larger man.

You did the same, and rushed along with the others. Briefly meeting Arturo's eyes sent you into a flurry of a conversation, mostly about whatever it meant you'd be doing today, and a low mix of jokes to break up the tension.

Arturo was quickly becoming someone you could rely on, which was nice, but worried you. Something told you that relying on too many people could bite you in the butt later, but maybe that was just your nasty brain feeding you lies, or maybe you shouldn't pay it any mind.

You settled on the last option.

"So, you scared?"

You quickly asked, looking off into Arturo's eyes, he could tell you were at least a bit serious.

His lips pressed into a thin line, "Well It's not like i'm jazzed about it all."

You nodded, immediately understanding.

"Talon can be-"

"A lot." He shakily finished for you.

You smiled over to him weakly, glad that you had at least one guy in this hell hole you could talk to.

"You have any idea on what role you'll be picking?"

You pondered aloud, messing with the seams of your pants as you made your way through the seemingly endless hallways.

"Hmm, Well I do have my eye on infantry," Arturo gestured up a fake gun, closing an eye and peering down the make believe aim.

You chuckled at his show, and he did the same.