Ryuk blows his hair out of his face, examining his painted black nails and scoffing as he spots a scratch on them. He looks up at you, and smirks as if just seeing you made his day better. Too bad, everytime he sees you, he makes your life living hell. Ryuk sits up in his desk, and walks over to you, smiling as he places his head onto your desk and pokes your face.

“Oi~ Did you pack my lunch? Hmm~? What did you make me?” He said, acting cutesy as he continued to poke and smile evilly.