(imma do Amnesia Grim, that'll make this even better :3) @abaddonpayne

Grim stared at his pale reflection in the mirror across from him, running a brush through his long pitch black hair. He was getting ready for a date with Abaddon, who had insisted that they do this to help Grim's memory. Grim went along with it after the demon brought up the fact that they've been recovering his memories at a slow yet steady pace.

The Reaper pulled his hair back in its traditional braided style and gave one last look at himself. "Guess that's good enough." He mumbled as he slipped on his boots and left the bedroom.

Abaddon was waiting downstairs in the front hall for him, dressed in a red button up shirt and black slacks, his tail swaying anxiously. His red eyes met Grim's silver ones as the pale man came down to meet him.

"Oh! Good, you're ready. I thought you had almost changed your mind." Abaddon smiled, shifting on his feet. He was always worried Grim would turn him down now that Grim was like this, but that hasn't happened yet.

Grim shook his head and a small nervous smile graced his features. "No, I wouldn't do that. I just didn't know what to wear." He rubbed the back of his head, glancing away for a minute. "So... where did you want to go for a date?"

"The cemetery, by the greenhouse." Abaddon took a hold of Grim's hand, guiding him towards the door. "We've had a few dates there, so maybe it'll jog something."

Grim gave a nod and let Abaddon lead him outside. As they walked, something caught his nose and he took a sniff. Lavender, jasmine incense, and vanilla... wasn't that Grim's personal fragrance? Was Abaddon wearing it? Grim stopped walking and Abaddon looked back at him.

"Something wrong Gr-" Abaddon was about to ask a question when Grim pulled Abaddon against him, back to chest. The demon felt Grim lean down to his neck, feeling hot breath ghost against his skin. It made Abaddon's heart jump and his breathing stutter.

"You smell nice." Grim muttered softly next to the demon's ear. "Did you put on my fragrance?"

Abaddon's cheeks felt hot as Grim pulled back, waiting for an answer. That was the last thing he expected Grim to say, let alone do. "W-well, I've been wearing your trenchcoat so often that it kinda rubbed off on me..."

Grim chuckled and placed a hand on Abaddon's head, rubbing between his horns. "That's okay, it's a good smell. I've always enjoyed those three together." He pulled his hand back and took a few steps, opening the cemetery gates. "Well, are you coming?"

Abaddon's heart skipped a beat hearing that familiar Elphaba line. All he could do was nod and mutter under his breath. "That's my part... little tease."