Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 91

"For an abandoned hotel, this place sure is clean," You comment, running your finger over the side table. inspecting it. There's no dust on your finger, but you brush it off on your shirt anyway. Brook hums, not bothering to lock the door behind him. He lazily throws the key to the room on the end table, falling limp on his back onto the bed.

You glance around the plain room, then follow Brook's lead, falling face-first into the bed. It's comfortable, sinking into the shape of both of your bodies. After a few seconds, you roll over towards Brook so you can look up at the ceiling, your shoulder squished up against his. "You remember the only vacation we ever took?" You mumble.

Brook hums. "I think that was my favorite summer, you know." You purse your lips, moving your head to look at Brook. His eyes are closed and he's taking deep breaths, body limp, but he's paying attention. You know he is.

"And, you know, it was because of our dad's little work thing so we spent all that time mostly in the little getaway house," You murmur, watching as his eyebrows furrow. "So we didn't even do anything besides stay inside or go to the beach with Vanessa, and we met that kid who taught us how to swim and we went way too far and gave Vanessa a heart attack,"

Brook huffs a laugh.

"We saw a deer," He says after a few seconds. You grin. "We did. Do you remember what we named her?"

"Wasn't it Lilith?" "Close, Lily."

"Because she was eating lilies," Brook says quietly, eyes fluttering open. They look content. You hum, feeling the vibration ring throughout your chest. "Mhm."

This had become a usual thing in the last few weeks. You always made sure to never forget your favorite memories with Brook, telling them to strangers you meet so that they could be shared, or recapping them to sinners just to see how much you can remember. Then, when Brook finally got his head out of his ass, you started telling them to each other to see if the other knew as much as you did.

"And you kept coming back to the same place to see her, and since that trip, you were obsessed with deer. You called them majestic."

"They are."

"I know."

"Does that mean you think I'm majestic?"

"You aren't a real deer," Brook mumbles.