destinedkey:

       “Wait, these ‘Reapers’ have… Woah, are you being serious?” Roxas could only—just only—imagine what these beings must look like. And all he pictured in his mind was a person—just like himself and the girl –  with… as she said, bat wings. Now that was certainly interesting.

  “Oh, um…” In the midst of all this newly given information, he couldn’t   help but laugh softly. The Organization’s coat mistaken for a lab coat? He never would’ve thought of that. “It’s just a coat.”

The youth took another look at the girl’s cat before responding. It was  so much to take in all at once. “Reaper’s Game…? And… I’m sorry, but what is going on here? And how is Mr. Mew a weapon?”

“Course I am! Does this face looks like it’s joking around? I mean, I agree it’s really weird right? Ahhhh…Look, I’m really sorry for accusing you for a Reaper. I mean, these days, I can never let my guard down around them. They're everywhere. So, here’s my tip of the day, find a partner and complete every mission.” Analyzing the puzzled expression within the boy’s features made her strangely – anxious. The Reaper’s Game stole innocent souls to trap in this horrid game of ‘Life’. 

Brushing off his comment about his coat, she couldn’t have helped yourself from being so interested in this new style of coats. Never in her fifteen years of Shibuya, has “I’ve never seen a fashionable lab coat like yours in Shibuya before. It’s pretty cool, though I won’t lie! I mean, a hood? And some matching boots? It’s great!" 

"Well, the Reaper’s Game is a game for those who have passed away to be rewarded with the revival and to come back to the RG. If you wanna survive and not be erased, you need to fight and complete every mission you receive. Even if it’s something stupid like have a Tin Pin battle with somebody, you have todo as the mission says to live. Oh! The game is only seven days long so just endure it for the next seven days, I mean…that’s what I’m doing right now. Like I said before, I can’t really explain how Mr. Mew became the way he is, but I’m not gonna question it. Do you perhaps have anything on you? Any pins?”

destinedkey:

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. 

destinedkey:

       “Say, why are you carrying around…?” Gestures to the
       plush cat hugged to her chest.

^{“Hm?” Shiki waved the object in her hand towards the blonde, suppressing a giggle. “Oh this guy right here? This is Mr. Mew! Anddd….” Puffing her cheeks, she turned her back to the mysterious boy, eyeing him strangely. “Why d'you wanna know?! Are you perhaps a Reaper or…. a Player?"}