#deathgodundertaker

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Kuro opened her eyes, the rays of light that floated through her window finally coaxing them to wake. The twentysomething stretched, sitting up, and changed into a pair of shorts and a pullover hoodie. She grabbed her keys and a couple of dollars to grab a coffee, and went out the door.

She walked down the block to the nearest café, but was cut off at the stop light. She sighed as she waited for cars to pass, she'd woken up during rush hour. On her days off, this was a large scale annoyance. Another person had stopped at the same corner as she had, she felt awkward not saying anything. She looked to the stranger.

((Italics are translated French..since I’m not evil enough to put the entire thing in french…yet))

"Hold still Larkie. Mama’s trying to fix your hair"Madame Belrose struggled to keep her very active five year old in her seat, the girl’s pale blonde hair rumpled from sleep and twisted into knots. IT was her own fault for not braiding back the hair before they slept.

“But mama!"Laurence whined, trying to duck the brush and slid out of her mama’s chair and race off. She gave a whine when she was caught again, and her hair brushed back. Laurence was excited since one of her aunties had mentioned a noble client of hers was coming back today.

She liked the woman, whenever she came over candy was always coming as well. When her mother finally finished twisted her hair into a complicated braided piece she finally raced off, still dressed in her nightgown. “Laurence!” Her mother called after her.

Ignoring the call she hopped down the steps, throwing herself into her auntie’s arms just as the noble came in. “Hello my lady"She greeted happily, holding her arms out for the woman. Laurence was ignored as her auntie and the woman discussed the night over her head, but before she was put down a piece of peppermint candy was pressed into her hand.

“Run along now Larkie, go find your mama.”

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With a barely concealed flinch, the old reaper stepped back away from the maid.

"My dear. I ask that you not do that.”

His tone was harsh, but with an unusual softness reserved for ladies deserving his respect.

Immediately, with a slight gasp, Mei-Rin took her hand away, her face covered in dark blush in a second.

s e u l - r x g i s

d e a t h g o d u n d e r t a k e r

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