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“Oh look, that actually got you to look up from your phone.” Daisy laughed lightly and pushed his hands away so she could sit in his lap. “I want to show you how super grateful I am that you actually wore tights for our Peter Pan and Wendy costumes this year. So you get to choose the reward, love.”

The young reaper was still getting used to her ob, it wasn’t everyday that you died and was offered a position working for death himself. The job was confusing, she had often made mistakes and had gotten reprimanded, which was scary as hell. Since she had to work in hell guiding souls. Total bullshit.

Today though she was hereto collect a soul, she just hoped it was the right one, she’d made that mistake before. Oh well, here goes nothing. “Hi, My name is Daisy, I’m a Reaper. You’re dead and I’m collecting your soul.” Her voice was obviously trying to be sure of it’s self, trying to be firm and even.

Daisy tried to smile, her eyes sad as she looked at the other. “I’m very sorry about this, but please cooperate.”

“Well then feel free to mark me up then, babe.” Daisy sighed gently as his lips touched her skin “I honestly love everyone knowing I’m yours.” She moved even closer, her lips tugging into a sweet smirk.

Daisy’s brown combat boots dropped onto Ed’s dashboard as she popped a bubble of her gum. “Are we almost there yet?” She asked, looking over at her best friend. “Because all I see is Desert, and those freaky clouds over there. I so hope it doesn’t rain.” 

Daisy had been looking forward to this for months, and she was beyond excited that she had somehow talked her baseball playing bro of a best friend to come to a flowery music festival in the desert.