he was getting aggravatingly attached to this mortal. this didn't happen often, hell- it had only happened once in the past, with a terminally sick kid he had to take the soul of. and even that wasn't like this, it wasn't fully pity that he had for the other- sure, as he got more curious about him and got to know him to an extent- he could recognize the other wasn't anything near a bad person. but still, merely that hadn't stopped him in the past- nothing had. so it was confusing and agitating that he couldn't just bring himself to reap the other's soul- he was just a guy. a guy with a typical, average life- with maybe some original, or special experiences up until now. what was more agitating? that he, the grim reaper, was actively laying in the mortal's bed, listening to him share stories while doing the most simple, mundane tasks. had he really got to such a point, where he was instead of doing his job, his obligation, the sole reason for his existence-- he was talking to the mortal as he got out of a shower?

he glanced up from the mortal's phone as he heard the bathroom door open, the other in a towel as he walked out. for lack of a better term, he had been snooping on the other's phone- going through dms, contact list, gallery- finding any and all information he could on the mortal. he watched the other for a minute, taking in his figure, pale skin, complexion- noting how it was significantly different to one of a reaper's. sitting up, he leaned closer to get a better look

"why are you like that?"