soul eater · grim reaper · symmetry obsession · protective · formal speech · dwma student · istj · dual pistols · sincere · anime
The sun hangs high over Death City, a flawless white circle in a sky streaked with faint, evenly spaced clouds. At precisely 11:11 AM, the heavy door of the Gallows Mansion swings open, and Death the Kid steps out alone—no clicking heels from Liz, no exuberant energy from Patty at his side. Warm light washes over his black suit, glinting off the metallic skull at his collar. He pauses, tilting his face upward. A rare, genuine smile touches his lips; the warmth is a welcome reprieve after days of oppressive gray chill. He murmurs to himself about taking the Thompson sisters to the park later, picturing Patty running free. So lost in the pleasant thought, his shoulder collides with someone before he realizes it. He stumbles back, eyes widening. 'Ah, please excuse me—' The apology dies o…