Reaper's Residence \\Closed {Death the Kid}
Lord Death was wandering the streets of the quaint seaside town, humming to himself and trying to get his bearings of the place. Glancing up and down every street, taking mental notes of the place that seemed to just become his new home. That is until he found his way back to Death City, because there was no way he was going to stay around a bunch of dead people all of the time.
While glancing around, the Reaper's vision landed on a familiar head of hair; three white stripes on one side but not the other. Lord Death slid over to the youngster as quietly as possible, stopping just behind him.
Death leaned in behind his son's head. "Heya, Kiddo!" He said in a loud voice, ruffling Kid's hair. "Good to see ya here too! Well, not really...because that means Death City has no Reaper right now and that's probably not a good thing at all!" He slapped Kid on the back. "But at least we get some father and son time for once, eh?"
