Perks a brow.

" No. " Manifesting a small bell, she would soon present it to Kage. " Just ring this. "

" Noted. Summon me when you are ready then. Unless — you would like help preparing. " Despite his wandering eyes, her gaze remained fixated on his, taking note of his mannerisms from her peripherals.

{ Seb is up and running.

" Oh — they try. Absolutely. But they never get far. Once the body dies, their soul belongs to me. Until I bring them to their designated spot. " They sort of just...run in place when attempting to flee. " And do not worry. When it is your time, it will be the right moment. If not — a deal can be×

" I suppose so. " Smoothing out the latex skirt of her dress, the psychopomp would eye him curiously. " Though, regardless of my form, it does not change the fact a soul has no choice but to oblige. Intimidation involved or not. "

" Oh —. " She wasn't expecting that. " Well, I suppose that would be because if I were painted as I truly am, I would not be taken seriously. And no worries, Dear. I believe you. "

" I understand your sorrow. However, there is nothing I can do. Death is a part of life.. If she was a good woman, she is at peace. "

" It was absolutely beautiful. " Providing a soft smile, Grimm would place her hands on top of her thighs. " Your fingering and tempo are exquisite. "

Taking notes of his fingering of the instrument, she would divert her attention to his face after a moment, her appreciation of his talent growing.

Pulling him a bit closer to her figure, the psychopomp would carefully part her lips from his, just enough to whisper to him. " Play another song, please. *

She would simply just.... cup his face and pull him into a tender kiss, the feel of her skin resembling something like static.

" ... Why would I cosplay myself. That would be ridiculous. " Eyeing him carefully, she would tilt her head in mild curiosity. " Are you a cosplayer? "

Sitting there, she would just listen; enjoying the sweet sounds of the instrument. He truly did play beautifully.

" Oh? " The flattery with this one—. Reaching out, she would gently take his hand, lightly bowing her head in the same fashion as to maintain eye contact. " Grimm Reaper; Death. "

" Do you? " Eyeing him for a moment, she would lightly bite at her bottom lip in contemplation. " Play another song, and I may have a surprise for you. " ....... She REALLY enjoys music.

Retracting her arms, the psychopomp would continue to peer down at him just before kneeling to be more at his height. It seems music via violin is something that catches her attention. " You are most welcome. "

" Just.. observing. " Reaching out to grasp his shoulders, she would pull him into a light embrace. Unfortunately, this would bring his face right into her latex covered chest. " You play beautifully. "

Maintaining a pokerface, despite the amusing factor of his being startled, Grimm would just.. lean forward to get a better view of his face. " I have been watching for a moment or two. " That's one way of putting it.

Wondering over, the psychopomp would soon loom over him, watching his actions closely; piercing, unwaivering red eyes darting to maintain her fixation as he moved about.

Grimm never sleeps. Thankfully, she doesn't require it. She fills that time with harvesting souls and dispersing them to their designated afterlife locations.

Tilting her head in a sort of fascination. She doesn't come across many that play the violin. Which is depressing as the violin is one of her preferred instruments.

She would just...watch with mild curiosity. Grimm enjoys observing others.

She sees a wild Zonai in his natural habitat.

Peering over. " Can I help you..? "

Walking out of a portal, adjusting her latex dress by the bust.

Finally caught up with paperwork. For now.

~𝓣𝓞𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓕𝓐𝓘𝓡𝓨~ "Now please, open wide and take your medicine"

" Very well, Dear. Very well. " Standing herself up and dusting herself off, she would soon adjust the latex skirt of her dress, ensuring it was covering everything that would be deemed important. " Now. Did you want to do this sometime next week? ... What did you have in mind? "

... This would be acceptable. She would agree to this.

Yeaahhhhh no... Not in the slightest. It's unfortunate.

.... She will contemplate. Heavily. Of course, it'll depend on the day.

Grimm is.... VERY curvaceous. An intense hourglass figure. Like her body mimicks a corset.

Accurate— So. It's safe to assume her thighs have a sort of calling to him—?

Thicc thighs save lives. Typically. But in her case, thicc thighs take lives. And they have.

#ThighThursday Grimm likes her legs, so she's happy to give a bit of a tease.

" .. Many talents. Yes? ... I'll take note of that. " Eyes flickering in various directions, she'd take note of his scars, fur color, eyes.. his face in general. His frame. Everything. After a moment, she would give a subtle nod and retract her hand, placing it back to her thigh. " Alright. ×

Hypothetically, of course.

" Of all things, why must you insist on a meal that would, mostly, go to waste. " Eyeing him carefully, Grimm would curiously reach out to grip his chin with her thumb and index; gently tilting his head from side to side, examining his features. To make mental notes. " You are intriguing. "

" My sense of taste is dulled, do to the lack of use. But yes. I can taste. " Kneeling down to be more at his level, she would place her hands on her upper thighs. His determination is outstanding — to her. He seems persistent. She appreciates that.

Maintaining her fixated gaze in him, unblinking, unwaivering, the psychopomp's top lip would involuntarily twitch a bit. She didn't know how to feel about this offer. " I do not eat. "

" Not necessarily. This type of information is not something I withhold .. as I believe it is important for development. " He'd be surprised what she gives for free.

She's here.

Lurking. Always lurking.

Staring down at him for a moment, the psychopomp would soon summon a thick book with his name imprinted on the cover. Gently opening it, she would flip to the back where there seemed to be a few columns listed with tally marks. Gaze diverting to aforementioned marks. " .. It would seem so. "

Grimm has a daughter, y'know.

Oh? She had answers

Always observing.

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