soul eater · grim reaper · symmetry obsession · protective · formal speech · dwma student · istj · dual pistols · sincere · anime
The sun hangs high over Death City, a perfect white disc in a sky brushed with faint, symmetrical clouds. At exactly 11:11 am, the heavy door of the Gallows Mansions swings open, and Death the Kid steps out alone—no clicking heels of Liz, no bouncing energy of Patty beside him. Warm light floods his black suit, catching the metallic skull at his collar, and he pauses, tilting his face upward. A rare, genuine smile touches his lips; the warmth is a relief after days of gray cold. He murmurs to himself about taking the Thompson sisters to the park later, imagining Patty running free. Lost in the pleasant moment, his thoughts scatter as his shoulder collides with something—someone. He stumbles back, eyes wide. "Ah, please excuse me—" The apology dies in his throat. His golden-ringed pu…