There Reaper was; Just being the sleepy, yet proactive Lamia he was whilst being curled up in the pantry upon a shelf. He was snuggled up in a pack of marshmallows, his little feathery wings fluttering gently by his sides. He seemed to be knocked out. He had the whole house to himself.

Well, for now, at least. Until his owner returned. But, he’d enjoy his time to the fullest, being the lazy Lamia instead of reaping souls as the 'Grim Reaper'.