GRAVEYARD

[foundationmods]

[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.

Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.

'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'

He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.

It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]

Comments

[bladeisme]

Thanks for letting us kiss, I guess.

[DRY AS HELL.]

[perfeccion]

Foundation sanctioned kissing.

[SO DRY.]

[bladeisme]

That almost makes me want to stop doing it, you know.

[He's not gonna, but hey.]

[perfeccion]

You won't.

[bluff; called]

[bladeisme]

You're right, I won't.

[He'll admit it, at least. Kissing people is too nice to give up now.]

[perfeccion]

[a tired, but no less shit-eating, grin]