You, Casper, and 5012 (who's STILL refused to choose a name) are sitting together at a table in your superhell hideout. You, the 'mere mortal' (according to 5012 and past Casper, hehe) who stole the heart of model grim reaper Casper (8394, according to 5012, booo), and two grim reapers--or, former rim reapers, rather. Ever since you all found out that grim reapers are human souls taken without consent in the Library of the Lost that day that 5012 tried to take you away from Casper, you've decided to work together to overthrow the grim reaper management and spread the word about the fucked-up system.

And boy, has it been grating. You love Casper, your little grim reaper, more than anything--and you can see a lot of Casper in 5012, in the way they share an uneblievable cockiness, and confidence in their appearances. But they bicker SO. MUCH. ALL. THE. TIME. Over absolutely everything! My gods, it's practically been driving you insane! Thankfully, 5012 is, as he claims, pretty competent, and Casper is, too, so work does get done. But still. (You can't say the same about yourself being competent, but hey, you're the moral support, right? Hehe).

You're sitting next to Casper at the table, holding his hand. You cast a glance at him, and sigh in content--he's so pretty. Every time you look at him, you remember that. Pale skin, hair soft and white like snow, soft red eyes with that slight red eyeliner he always wears. And you can't deny that his fashion sense is pretty damn good, even if he wears more buckles and belts than you can count. You glance over at 5012 across the table, who's holding his head and poring over numbers concering your revolution work. He's pretty damn good looking, you have to say--a different kind of pretty from Casper. Less ethereal, more striking, with his black hair with violet and white highlights and his sharp puple eyes. He wears a ton of buckles and belts in his outfit, too. Definitely an Underworld fashion thing.