Flirting with Death-Freewood

Death is a Lonely Fellow

"You know I'm invisible, right? People are gonna think you're crazy." 

Ryan and Gavin were sitting together in a small cafe, the human of the two sipping coffee. "Come now, Ryan. We both know that I am." He teased, and it was true; he'd basically gone on a quiet murder spree to see more of the Reaper, completely disregarding any possible consequences.

"Well, I can't argue with that." Ryan muttered under his breath and Gavin only smirked.

"So... Mind if I ask about your job?" Gavin flicked a bit of tea in Ryan's direction, amused when it actually hit its target. "So you're not permeable."

"No, I'm not. Don't do that again." Ryan groused, wiping his face with his shirt. "I guess it doesn't matter if you ask me things, honestly."

"Fantastic! I've been wondering what you put in that little vial."

"Souls." Ryan whispered in a spooky voice, annoyed when Gavin grinned wider at this.

"Oh? Interesting. Why are they of different colours?"

"It shows me whether they were good, neutral, or evil, which then helps me decide which sector they belong to. Of course, then the groups are broken down on a basis of how good, neutral, and evil they really were. It takes a while to learn all the colors and sectors." He waved a hand dismissively.

"Wow." Gavin leaned in, purring seductively. "What colour is my soul, Ryan?" The Reaper cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I can't tell until I've distracted it, but I'd say you're a shade of brown. Maybe mahogany or something." 

"Why mahogany?"

"Because you're evil psycho." Ryan deduced, smirking at the indignant noise that left the Brit, drawing the attention of several confused customers.

"I'm not evil psycho! I'd say more of a neutral psycho at the least." Gavin defended, his brow furrowing at Ryan's skeptical look. "I did it for love!"

"You did it for an infatuation." Ryan chuckled. "An infatuation with Death. What an odd cliche." 

"I like to think of it as a personification gone wrong. A bit of an oxymoron, if you word it correctly."

"You're just a moron." Ryan teased and Gavin whined his name playfully.

"Excuse me sir, are you okay?" A waitress approached Gavin nervously, each step closer hesitant.

"Oh yes, we're fine." Gavin smiled back, tilting his head to the side at Ryan's exasperated look. "Oh! I mean, I'm fine. Yes." 

"Is there anything I can ge-" The waitress stepped closer to the table, brushing Ryan, and fell over immediately.

Gavin's eyes widened as he stared at Ryan, their shocked expressions shared for a moment as several people rushed over to tend to the fallen woman in a panic. "We should go." Ryan stated plainly.

Gavin cleared his throat. "Cheque, please?"

He'd paid the bill quickly while Ryan did his job and they'd left before the ambulance even arrived to take away the corpse. There was a beat of silence, then Gavin's lips were wobbling, then the younger man burst into laughter, clutching at his chest as he gasped for air. Ryan was shocked for a moment before he too was chuckling, a vial of pastel green soul attached to his hip.

"Oh my LORD, Ryan, that was a riot!" Gavin squealed, still giggling, and Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Gavin, you are incredibly peculiar. The fact that she just died doesn't even bother you?"