---Reapers POV----
I was sat on one of my sofas skimming through the rules I had been set for Geno.
He clearly wasn't paying attention to anything I was saying.
He was staring blankly to the side of me, out of the window, at the two birds that were sat on the sill, cleaning each other's feathers, running their beaks through the others.
I smirked and cleared my throat.
"Rule twenty three..." He was definitely not paying attention. "Rule twenty three, if prisoner attempts to escape then the consequence is being sent back to prison, regardless of condition."
"Mhmm." Geno mumbled.
I stared at him, let's see if he's actually paying attention.
"Final rule. Prisoner must call their assigned 'owners' master, for the period of time that they are contained at their house."
I looked over at Geno expectantly.
"Mhm- WAIT WHAT?" He yelled, whipping around to face me.
I chuckled. "So you were paying attention."
He growled at me, clearly wondering if that was actually one of the rules or not.
"Just kidding. That's not one of them." He visibly relaxed. "But you can call me master if you want~" I flirted.
He growled at me. "Hell no!" He muttered, standing up and walking over to my kitchen.
I grinned, walking after him. Even though it was subtle, I had noticed the faint red blush, dusted across his cheeks.
He walked into the kitchen and paused in front of my fridge, turning to look back at me. "Was there a rule about how much I can eat?" He asked, his hand hovering over the handle to the fridge.
"Ummmm." I said, glancing down at the sheet of rules in my hand. "Yeah...rule thirteen, prisoner must have permission to eat any food or type of drink."
I looked up at Geno who seemed to be waiting for me to say something else.
"Can I eat?" He asked sarcastically.
I pretended to think for a moment. "Hmmm... what's the magic word?" Geno growled at me. "Is that really necessary?"
"Yup. According to rule fourteen it is."
He growled again. "Can I eat....please?"
I grinned. "Of course, help yourself."
He rolled his eye and opened the fridge, scanning through all the items, he stood there for a moment before reaching in and grabbing the cheese.
He went into the kitchen draw and pulled out a knife. "Ah ah ah." I said. "Rule number four. No weapons." Geno glared at me witheringly and cut a slice of cheese anyway.
Then dropped the knife in my sink. "Satisfied?" He asked.
"Not really."
He shrugged walking to my bread bin. "That's your problem." He said, taking out a slice of bread and sandwiching the cheese between it before walking past me back into the kitchen.
"Is that all your having?" I questioned, walking after him. He looked at me weirdly and took a bite. "Ummm yeah."
"How much did you normally eat back with your little group?"
"Enough."
I eyed him, I know we're skeletons so you wouldn't expect a change of looks due to malnourishment, but Geno did look unhealthily thin.
I walked over to him as he sat down, still munching on his sandwich, he eyed me warily, not sure what I was about to do.
I grabbed one of his hands, causing him to squeak in protest. "Stop moving." I ordered. And surprisingly he did, but he was shaking.
"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Uhuh."
I rapped my thumb and index finger around his wrist, connecting the two bony fingers easily. His wrist was scarily small, I felt like one wrong move would snap the fragile bone.
Funny story, the magic restraints we got for Geno were too big and would easily slip of his thin wrists. So we've had to order a new pair, specially sized to to fit him.
So for now I just had to keep the closest eye on him, making sure he didn't try to escape, I do have a spell around my house preventing anyone teleporting in or out, but I need to make sure he doesn't make a brake for a window or the door.
He pulled against me and I released his wrist, watching as he stared at it himself, as if trying to figure out what was wrong with it.
I smirked and leaned back into the sofa, closing my eyes and relaxing. Geno huffed and I felt the pressure lessen on the sofa to the side of me.
I tilted my head and half opened an eye, to see Geno stood up, and walking past me. "Where'd you think your going?"
"I'm going to explore my prison cell that I'm being forced to live in." He said.
"No your not." I responded, closing my eye once more.
"Why...?"
"Rule nineteen." I mumbled. "While magic restraints are not attached, the prisoner isn't allowed to go anywhere in the house without officer supervision."
"They're treating me like I'm a child." Geno growled. "Like I can't do anything without someone checking I don't hurt myself or try to escape."
"Mhmm..." I hummed, crossing my arms behind my head.
Nothing happened for a minute, then I felt something poke my cheek. I swatted it away, grumbling, rolling over so I was now lying flat on the sofa.
The thing poked my cheek again and I opened my eyes to see Geno staring down at me, his finger inches away from my face. He poked me again.
"What's your problem?" I groaned.
"I wanna check this place out. So you either get your lazy ass up and give me a tour, or I brake rule nineteen."
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill." I muttered, pushing myself up onto my elbows and sitting up on the sofa.
"So where you wanna look first?" I asked, scratching the back of my skull.
He shrugged. "I've seen all of downstairs, so, how about upstairs."
"Kay." I grunted, pushing myself off the sofa and walking over towards the stairs. Geno followed me closely, checking out every inch of my stairway.
We ended up on the landing and I turned to him, clearing my throat. "There are four rooms up here, my job is to guide you through each of them."
Geno rolled his eye at me, "Uhuh, get it over with."
"Your the one that wanted the tour." I said defensively.
He didn't answer, but looked around at my landing, staring down all the doors.
I decided to get the tour started. "Well over to your left you can see what we call a bathroom." I said, opening the door.
"Wow." Geno muttered. "So fascinating. Not."
"Love the enthusiasm." I responded dryly.
"Anyways this door here leads to my study/work place, you know, where I keep all your file copies and that shit."
"You have my files?" He asked suddenly.
"Yup. But you can't see them, yet, anyways on with the tour." I said marching over to the next door.
"What about that room?" He asked, pointing to the room I had passed by.
"That." I started. "Is my bedroom. So unless you plan on joining me in there anytime soon then I don't think a tour of that will be necessary."
"I would never 'join you'!" He spat.
I shrugged. "We'll see about that."
"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!" He screeched, red dusting his cheeks once more.
I didn't respond and walked to the final door, humming as I grabbed the handle.
"This." I stated dramatically. "Is your room."
He looked at me unimpressed. "Cool." Was the only response I was gonna get from him.
I sighed, "Look around in it or whatever, make yourself comfortable, I don't know. Entertain yourself."
He nodded and I turned, walking back downstairs, to belly flop onto my sofa, sighing into the soft fabric.
With this Geno guy living with me, my life's gonna be that little bit more interesting.
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Finally more Afterdeath!
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-Jess-