Looking back now maybe having Grell over for a lazy day and watching America's Got Talent wasn't the best idea. It was fun, yes, but not exactly relaxing. The performer on now was a girl, in her late teens if I remember right, singing some cover of a currently 'hip' song. Grell scoffed, draped dramatically over the couch, with her head on my lap.
"I could do so much better than this girl!"
I laighed as my fingers continued to run through the Reaper's hair.
"I'm sure you could, Grell."
"Are you doubting me?"
"Never."
"You're mocking me!"
I fake gasped, flinging my hand over my mouth, as a grin spread over my face.
"Why, I'd never!"
She glared.
"I hate you."
I laughed again before kissing her forehead and then giving another chuckle as a red lipstick mark was revealed when I pulled away.
"What is it?"
I continued to laugh as she looked at me and shook my head, unable to speak.
"Mel! Tell me!"
"My lipstick-!"
Her hand flew to his forehead and wiped across it before revealing a red smudge on her hand, making her gasp.
"Mel! How could I ever face Bassy like this?!"
