destinedkey:

       “A… Reaper? I dunno what that is, and I dunno what a Player is.
       But whatever they are, I’m not… either one of them. I promise.”
       The said titles must have been an important part of this world—
       wherever he was, that is. “… Is there anything special about Mr.
       Mew, or do you just carry him around because you want to?”

Facing back towards the boy, she decided to take his word for it since after all; he didn’t seem to be much of a threat with the lack of prominent black Reaper wings. “Well…alrighty! Reapers usually have big black bat wings on their back and you’re just wearing a black…lab coat?” Poor thing doesn’t know about Players and Reapers? He must be new.  Her palm comfortably relaxed on top of the plush’s head, “of course there’s something special with Mr. Mew. I mean look at these eyes! And this cute little tummy of his! I mean since we are in the Reaper’s Game, we need a weapon don’t we? And mine? Well, you’re looking right at it!” She smiled, squeezing tightly to the kitten as it snuggled against her chest.