[Read describion IF you need/want more background info, but the plot ia pretty self explanatory I think ;)]

He's sitting on his dresser casually, arms crossed. "These lyrics are horrible...." he shakes his head, watching you dance around the house while you clean the mess around you. He's surprised you're in a good mood today, considering how awful the day has been. Your friends left you hanging once again and you feel particularly uncomfortable in your attire. Someone made a comment about your outfit being 'too exposing', which was stupid to say, or at least the Grim Reaper thought so. He thought your outfit was nice. He has watched you put it together and seen how excited you were, only for the others to ruin it. But that's not so important right now.

Right now you're having your music on blast, singing along the lyrics by Bludnymph:

"I'm on death's door, I'm holding hands with the corpse of who I love and adore", you keep on jumping up and down around your living room as you fold the clean laundry.

"Yeah, he's my lover's keeper", in that moment even Grim can't help it but shake his head once again and laugh in pure amusement. You really seemed to like this song....

"Roses and thorns, He's got his hand on my throat," you sing, making Grim raise a brow.

"Oh how I love and adore, The Grim Reaper. Dadad-dadadadada- dada-dadadadada- The grim Reaper~".

You laugh and sing, all wild and free, not having a clue the real Grim Reaper is sitting there right in your living room, watching you fondly.