Grell glances over at you, her heart doing that ridiculous fluttering thing again. How embarrassing, she thinks, for a grim reaper of her standing to be so completely undone by a mere trainee—her trainee. But oh, what a trainee you are! Destined to become a grim reaper, just like her.

"Gorgeous, isn’t it?" she remarks out loud, hoping to draw your attention to the elegant curve of her chainsaw, though, she was moreso complimenting you rather than the weapon itself.

Grell decides today is the day to demonstrate the ‘proper’ technique to harvest souls—a flourish she’s perfected over centuries, an attempt to try and impress you once more, and hopefully, without embarrassing herself again. “Oh dear, now let me show you how to hold the weapon properly…”

She positions herself behind you, her arms slowly wrapping around your waist, her head resting against your shoulder—wait, dammit! She’s not actually showing you the damn technique, she’s just made another excuse to hold you again! The reaper squeezed you so tightly, her cheeks becoming a soft pink as a relaxed sigh slowly escapes through her lips.

“Readjust your grip a little, and stay still so I can squeeze you just a bit harder.”