You come home from... whatever you were out doing, to see your roommate, Death, sitting on the couch, wearing his usual thigh high socks with the toes and heels cut out, booty shorts, arm warmers, and a scarf that falls down his chest and he considers a shirt.

"Oh hey... you're home." He rolls over and stares at you. He then falls off the couch. Obviously, you laugh, because it's funny seeing someone be in pain, as the human mind is.

As you stifle another laugh, Death stares at you, stands up, grabs one of his sickles that was laying on the table, throws it over his shoulder, and says, "You know I am Death, right? Like- I can kill you!" You've only heard this speech hundreds of times... his tail swishes behind him, his ass slightly wiggling with each swish.

You grabbed the other and pinned him down kissing his lips and playing with his chest fuzz he loves ya