(( *PICKS UP AFTERDEATH*
*CHUCKS IT INTO SAO----*

Well okay, the story is the saaaame concept but slightly different? It was generally inspired by it so I hope you enjoy uwu))

"Hey, guys! Did you hear?" Ink leaned forward, reeling in anyone which would care to listen. "A new player joined Raven Wing!" 

"And why do we care?" Sci looked up from his laptop with a raised 'eyebrow'. "Unless if this person holds some sort of importance, I don't find any interest in your boyfriend's guild, Ink."

Ink took a step back, sputtering. "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND."

From another table in the room, someone stood up. "I'm nOT HiS BOYFriENd."

"GUYS, GUYS." Swap held up his hands. "WE ALL KNOW YOU'RE BOTH DATING EACH OTHER-"

"God almighty, I'm going out." Geno hissed quietly, his head feeling like it would cracked open and shatter at any given moment. Couldn't they all just SHUT UP? He excused himself from the table and walked out right as Ink yelled, "BUT DON'T YOU WANT TO HEAR THE NEWS-?".

As the door shut, Geno let out a small sigh and quietly leaned against the wall. His attempts at getting rid of this migraine were useless. He let out another sigh, sucking in the air and holding it in his chest so he could feel the pressure of his ribs expanding before gently blowing out. 

He didn't know why he bought that stupid game. It seemed like such a big deal at the time. Well, it still is, virtual reality is flipping amazing - It's just it never made sense to him why he bought it. There were a select different games you could play so far on the VR device, but the most popular was the fantasy MMORPG. After all, who could resist a gigantic new world full of people, magic, and the sweet release of death every time a LV. 2 slime keeps killing you because you are completely trash at everything- He couldn't help but chuckle at that part. Sorry Outer, didn't mean to insult you.

But here's the thing: Geno was the most anti-social person you could ever meet in the world. He hated even being in the vicinity of anyone, which has made life fairly difficult for him. How did he get someone like Ink and Swap as his friends? He has no clue. They basically took one look at him, did the whole 'pitying you because you have no friends and oh look, i like your scarf' thing, and bam. Friendship.

Ew. He knows.

Due to their friendship, Geno had joined their guild: North Star. In fact, he bought the game since they wanted him to join their guild. Well, now it's one of the most popular and bustling guilds you could ever imagine, having conquered over 83 dungeons, containing over 11 thousand players, and has so much loot that it has been attracting the eyes of many, MANY thieving guilds. Geno tried discussing their security with his friends but they just waved him off as if he was crazy since no one would ever come for them.

Well, who's the crazy one now, b#tch?

Geno got on later that night, HOPING to clear his senses and just enjoy a peaceful night of adventuring. He quickly forgot that this was a fantasy game as soon as he opened his eye-sockets in the virtual world and found his character face to face with a thief in the middle of hauling precious goods form the treasury. He quietly squinted in the darkness, trying to make out their shape. Soon enough, the virtual moon steadily rose above the tree line and crept through the windows, casting down light on this intruder. The thief soon looked up and noticed the other. 

Their 'eyes' met for just a moment before Geno watched his HP bar drop considerably, realizing all too late that he had been stabbed. The thief was now on top of him, holding him down with his hands around his neck. Panicked, the skeleton went to move to grab his own weapon but found the feeling in his limbs go numb. His eyes widened. The knife had a paralysis effect. 

"Ah, so you're apart of the North Star." The thief quietly mumbled, their low, triumphant tone legitimately pissing Geno off. The figure reached a hand out, their ragged sleeve creeping up their arm as they extended their hand to touch the guild crest on Geno's armor. His hands were made of bone. A skeleton, then. "Hm. What class? What level?"

Geno just glared. He glared to the point where he hoped the man would keel over and die from the fiery in his gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, finding it increasingly difficult as the paralysis worsened."Gt. ff. Me."

"Sorry, couldn't quite hear that~." The thief smirked, placing a hand on Geno's bony cheek. He ran his delicate, pearly white fingers down the side of his cheek, smiling so teasingly. 

"HALT!" Finally, a patrolling player caught the two and had cast a light spell, blinding the thief for a moment. Hissing, the man got off of Geno and scrambled towards his bag of loot, managing to quickly snatch something from the bag before bolting. As the man ran by Geno's body, Geno caught glimpse of something peculiar.

A crest engraved in the man's palm and filled in with dark royal blue. The crest of a cracked skull engulfed in flames.

And then the man was gone.

You could imagine Geno's anger when he shot out of bed. He ripped the VR device from his head and nearly chucked it at his bedroom wall. The equipment was expensive and would be a gigantic pain to replace, so he caught himself right before he could throw it. 

He was mad.

So, so mad.

Many saw Geno as a respectful figure, although his social skills were unbelievably bare . Someone to look up to. He ranked as a deputy of the Guild Master and was high in STATS and SKILLS. 

To be defeated so easily, to be outwitted by a stranger... that hurt more than his pride. Sure, he didn't care much for the game. Sure, he didn't care much for his life. Sure, he didn't care much about anything. 

But this. 

That man was simply sparks, but those sparks ignited a raging fire inside of Geno's soul, and for the first time in a long time...

Geno was DETERMINED to take him down. 

"Oh, that's new." Ink curiously craned his head  to look over Geno's shoulder as the skeleton's fingers slammed on each key as he typed. Geno had been madly searching for the skull crest ever since that morning, endlessly searching. Many of his investigations lead to dead ends but he was not going to give up. Not yet.

"Geno, what are you doing?"  Dream asked quietly, walking over to see what the commotion was. He briefly looked over his screen and made a confused expression. "A skeleton guild?"

"There was this guy." Geno firmly slapped a hand on the table, mildly startling Sci from his book and Swap out of his conversation with Fell. "He... He had a marking on his hand and I'm trying to look up his guild."

"Who is he?" Swap asks, suddenly getting interested.

"HE'S A GUY." Geno blurted, the sudden impulsive rage in his soul bursting into flames before abruptly going to a silent simmer. "He's a skeleton guy which tried to rob us- Speaking of which, you all are complete idiots for not listening to me because he made off with the guild jewel."

"WHAT?!" All four suddenly gave their whole attention to Geno as they all exclaimed their disbelief.

"THE GUILD JEWEL!? GENO, WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM!?" Ink shouted, running around and doing that nervous-pacing habit some people have.

Geno fell silent and just continued to type.  Dream pieced it together. "Oh. He defeated you, didn't he?"

"It was dark, alright?" Geno grumbled, continue to search. 

"BUT YOU'RE A LEVEL 372 MAGE! HOW COULD HE EVEN GET CLOSE?" Swap yelled, making exaggerated hand motions.

"IT.WAS.DARK.OKAY?" Geno growled, glaring at Swap and effectively shutting him up.

"Well, without the Guild Jewel, we will no longer be able to trade with other guilds, enter tournaments, embark on mass quests-" Sci started to prattle off the things they can no longer do before Ink quickly shut him up with incoherent screeching of pure nervousness. Sci gave Ink a weird look for two seconds before turning back to the group. "What should we do?"

"I MEAN-" Ink said quickly. "I CAN CALL ERROR AND SEE IF HE CAN HELP US RETRIEVE IT??"

"But do you think he has enough resources to help us? He only has 20 people in his guild." Dream interjected, frowning.

"HE'S. TRYING."

"He won't be able to help much..."

"Well, he'll be SOME help." Ink huffed.

"I could ask my brother if he could lend us a hand."  Dream offered.

"Nightmare hates your guts, Dream." Geno shut the idea down quickly, scrolling through a website.

"Our guts." Sci corrected. Geno and him shared a irritated look with each other before returning with their own activities.

"Well, at least his guild could be very useful." Dream frowned.

"DREAM. HE KILLS PLAYERS ILLEGALLY. HE DOESN'T GO INTO PVP FIGHTS, HE JUST STRAIGHT UP MURDERS THEM WHEREVER, WHENEVER!" Swap shouted.

" I TALKED WITH HIM AND HE PINKY-PROMISED NOT TO DO IT ANYMORE!" Dream squeaked.

"Oh yeah, Pinky-promises definitely work nowadays." Sci rolled his eye-lights before writing down a few things in his guild notebook.

"I DIDN'T ASK TO BE SASSED TODAY-" small little baby tears formed at the corners of Dream's eyes as the frustration slowly got to him.

"This is a complete disaster." Ink finally deadpanned, his eyes going from a crazy slot-machine of shapes and colors to flat out blank white.

And finally, the group agreed on something.

Geno nearly threw a cup at the figure in front of him. He had intended to log in to discuss matters with the rest of the guild concerning their guild jewel, but he spawned in his room with the infamous criminal waiting for him. 

"Hello Scarlet Mage~." The thief purred, giving Geno a cheeky smile as he sat lazily on his bed. Geno reached for his magic staff but found to his horror that it was gone. When he looked up, the thief was playing with it, messing with the many dazzling jewels which were embedded inside. "Look at all these beauties... all from those dangerous missions and dungeons..." He gazed at the gems with such intrigue that it almost caught Geno off-guard.

Almost.

Thankfully, a masterful mage always has more tricks up his sleeve. In a flash, Geno whipped out an enchanted spoon from his sleeve, pointing it at the thief. "Put my staff down."

The man looked up at Geno, revealing his face which had been shrouded by a raven black hood. His eye-sockets were devoid of any light and his face wore an amused grin. "Or what? You're going to spoon me to death?"

Geno's eye-sockets narrowed. "I won't say it again."

"Try anything and your guild jewel is as good as gone." the man shot back.

They glared at each other for a time before Geno quietly lowered the enchanted spoon, slipping it back down his sleeve. "Why are you here."

"Isn't it obvious? I want to steal some more stuff!" In a flash, the man's hands held daggers, similar to the one which rendered Geno useless.

The mage began to regret putting that spoon away. "We don't have anything more valuable than what you already stole. Leave."

"No, no-" The man smiled, getting up from Geno's mattress. "I don't want something... physical. I desire something more challenging."

"What the hel-" Geno's back hit a wall and he soon found the man looming over him. 

"I want your heart~."

Geno awoke screaming.

Once again, he found he had to throw something, ANYTHING- his hands clutched the device from his head and threatened to obliterate it. He needed to calm down. He needed to think. It felt like he was hyperventilating, the air sucking in quickly and huffing back out. His heart was racing and his face felt... hot? He put both hands to his face and it felt like they would melt. Oh god, he felt so... angry? Was it anger?

It had to be anger.

This burning feeling in his chest felt like he wanted to hide under a rock and die.

Now that he thought about it, that option didn't sound too bad. Maybe he'll try it someday.

That morning was utterly horrible. His friends relentlessly battered him with questions and interrogations. Where were you last night? Why weren't you at the meeting? What happened to you?

Well, he would never admit that the very same thief which doomed their guild was trying to seduce him in his own virtual room.

Hell to the no.

So, he came up with a stupid excuse, like, "I fell asleep".

That was believable, right? A famous insomniac can definitely fall asleep no problem now. Totally not suspicious.

Geno was 99 percent sure they could smell his bullsh#t, but they didn't push past that excuse- to his relief.

After that, the day went by slowly. All of them continued to research and try to find any new leads on the criminal and how they could possibly capture him.

"So, you got my message."

Geno pulled his hood down further, covering his face even more. "What do you want."

The thief smiled at him, leaning against the sacred tree of the forest. "Well, since these nightly meetings were starting to become a thing, I just wanted to see you again love~." 

Geno found himself physically repulsed. "Gross. Whatever you're trying to do, it's not going to work, creep."

The thief let out a mock whine, leaning against the tree. "Awwww, I thought we were starting to get rather friendly." He smiled. "This is going to be a fun challenge." He quietly lifted his own hood from his skull, letting the moon illuminate his face.

Damn it. He was hot.

"Finally revealing yourself to me so I can report you? How bold." Geno grumbled, opening his menu to take a photo of the man. However, before his finger could even hit the button, he found himself pinned to the nearest tree.

"Let's not do that right now." The man quietly whispered to him. "I want to get to know you better."

Geno glared at him bu stayed silent. If the thief was willing to spill personal information about himself, he'll have more leverage on him. Carefully, the man pulled away and the two sat down beneath the stars. 

"Now then, Scarlet Mage, what is your name?" The thief asked this all too casually. Geno found that frustrating. 

"If you have the gall to steal from my guild but not know the people running it, then that's just stupid." Geno simply replied.

"Well, I heard you guys were famous and that you had a lot of cool stuff." The man shrugged, smiling. 

"Right." Geno sighed. 

" So. What is it?" 

"... Crimson. Like the color."

"Wow, edgy much?" The man snickered and Geno found his face heating up from what he assumed was anger. 

" IT IS NOT 'EDGY'." Geno emphasized the 'edgy' with air-quotes.

"It sounds like someone which would go brooding in a corner while blasting edgy heavy metal." The man somehow mimicked a emo teenager and held up his hands to shape fangs as teeth.

"I DON'T DO THAT." 

The man's arms crossed. "Hhm. How can I know for sure?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T LISTEN TO HEAVY METAL." The mage waved his hands around angrily.

"What do you listen to then? Because heavy metal is pretty cool."

Geno blinked before glaring at the other, pointing accusingly at him. "What- then YOU'RE the edgy one!"

"Listening to heavy metal doesn't make me edgy, it just makes me a fan of heavy metal."

Geno swears, he lost at least 40 different brain cells talking to this person. "ALRIGHT, I TOLD YOU MY NAME. What is yours?"

"Oh. Reaper."

Geno suddenly pointed a finger at Reaper. "OH, YOU FRICKING HYPOCRITE- YOUR NAME IS REAPER, OH MY GOD-"

"Did you just say 'fricking'-"

"AND YOU SAY I'M EDGY." Geno thew his hands into the air, completely ignoring Reaper at this point.

"Yes, as edgy as a butter knife." Reaper drew a butterknife in the air with his skeletal finger and laughed.

"I can still cut you." Geno huffed.

"It would take centuries for you to even manage a tiny little cut on me." Reaper chuckled, pressing his fingers together closely but enough so that they weren't touching. "A tiny, itty bitty cut."

"OKAY WELL-" Geno suddenly stood. "THIS HAS BEEN... WELL, STUPID AND POINTLESS. I'M GONNA GO."

"Aw, but it was just getting fuuun~."  Reaper mock-whined once again. 

"Annoying." Geno spat.

"Beautiful." Reaper corrected, smiling. "You are, that is."

"You smooth mother f#cker." Geno's eye-sockets narrowed so much that it looked like he was angrily squinting at Reaper.

"I know, I shave."

"What."

"What."

"OKAY WELL, THIS WAS WEIRD, BYE." And Geno logged out.

"You seem awfully happy this morning." Ink smiled, noticing Geno as he walked into the kitchen. He was pouring coffee into his mug and was spilling it. It was everywhere. Does this look like happiness, Ink? DOES IT?

"I lost a bajillion brain cells last night." Geno groaned, dragging a hand down his face and setting the coffee pot down. 

"From what?"

"From being alive."

"Oh, so, the usual?"

"You know me so well." Geno picked his overflowing mug and took a nice, looooong sip. 

"Ah, well, I am your best friend." Ink chuckled and opened the fridge, scanning the shelves of goods. "Find anything new last night about the thief?"

"Nothing useful." Geno droned, taking another swig.

"Hm. Well, I asked Error yesterday if he could help us and he agreed. Dream asks his brother too, but he didn't seem too interested." Ink fished out a few-days old casserole from the bottom shelf. "We're trying the best we can to get that guild jewel back."

"Mm." Geno took another long drink.

Ink took a look over and smiled. "I never knew you drank coffee."

"I don't." Geno sighed. "I just needed something to wash down the crap I had to endure last night." 

"So, what's with that symbol on your hand?" Geno asked quietly one night while Reaper and he were sitting on a rock ledge. 

"Well," Reaper quietly mumbled, subtly reaching for Geno's hand. "I used to be part of a guild."

Geno felt Reaper's fingers graze his and he quickly moved his hand aside, staring at the village below them. "Used?"

"I'm still part of one currently-" Reaper scratched the back of his neck. "But... well, they all stopped playing. Well, to be completely specific, they quit fantasy one day and simply moved on to more urban game play, you know with guns and machines." 

"Oh." Geno added softly.

"They also tried inviting me to the game in real life, saying that we could all be together and start a clan of gunners in the new game... but..." Reaper's smile shrunk a fraction and morphed into a bitter one. "I didn't want to leave this place. I love it here. So, I never spoke to them again."

"Wow." Geno sucked in a slow breathe. "That's an edgy backstory."

"Pfft, it's not that edgy." Reaper went quiet for a moment before chuckling. "Okay, maybe a little. I just fell out of touch with those guys."

"Perfectly reasonable I guess." Geno leaned back, letting his arms prop himself from behind. "I would never know since I never really had any friends."

"Woah, Edgy backstory alert." Reaper suddenly called out, earning a playful punch to the shoulder.

"I know I'm perfectly dark and brooding but hush. It's my turn to be the pity party."

"After you then." Reaper grinned.

"Well, I just hate people. I hate them so much. They are loud, obnoxious, annoying..." Geno trailed off, thinking of more adjectives. 

"Oooh, so scary." Reaper shivered in 'fear'. "Do you also hate puppies? Rainbows?  Sunshine?"

"Oh stop." Geno couldn't help but laugh a little. "But in all seriousness, I just hate people. They are just hurtful jerks which can all jump off of a bridge." Geno's gaze turned back to the village below, scanning the players and the NPCs alike. "They say whatever they want to say... no matter how much it may hurt someone. They do whatever they want and find ways to make you feel so... small."

Reaper was quiet for once. He followed Geno's gaze down at the village, avoid the other's solemn gaze before letting out a small sigh. "I won't deny that people can be pieces of sh#t sometimes... but they aren't all that bad."

"What do you mean?" Geno hissed. "They're horrible."

"You're not." Reaper said quietly, giving Geno a warm smile.

Geno couldn't say anything. All he could do was stare at Reaper with big, round eye-sockets.
It took him a moment to pull himself together properly. "How could you know that...?"

"'Cause you know what people are like at their worst. You know what they are like but seem to be actively avoiding those type of people. That's how I know." Reaper lays the explanation down simply.

"I... guess you have a point." Geno slowly chuckled weirdly, closing his eye-sockets quietly.

" Mm. I'm pretty smart."

Geno opened his 'eyes'. He stared at his ceiling for a while. For a long while.

This was insane. 

He covered his face quietly and for once in a long time, he took off his VR gear and shut his eyes.

He wanted to sleep.

He wanted to dream.

There was a knock on his door. "Geno? Bud, you in there?" 

Geno woke up with a soft groan before rolling over and shimmying his way deeper into his soft blankets. When was the last time he tried to sleep? It must have been a while since he never remembered his blankets being this soft. 

The door opened with a click and Swap poked his head in along with Ink and Sci. They all couldn't believe what they were seeing. 

"Is he- Is he asleep?" Ink whispered to the others, surprised. 

"Looks like it." Sci answered in a hushed tone. "Finally."

Swap simply smiled and gently closed the door once again.

"Ah, there's sleeping beauty." Ink called when Geno emerged from his room and into the living room, rubbing his droopy eye-sockets. 

He slurred something under his breathe at Ink, something along the lines of 'stfu u piece of shhh- u didn't see anythin', before shuffling to the kitchen. 

Dream turned to Ink in surprise. "Geno slept?"

"I know, so exciting." Ink laughed. "But anyways, what did you find out about this guy?"

"Well, he's still pretty elusive... but I found a match to the symbol Geno described that one day." Dream pulled out his phone and began to scroll.

Geno couldn't help but eavesdrop silently as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"He's part of a guild called, 'Burning Retribution'. Some tacky name that is."

"Ooooh... ominous." Ink said, smiling excitedly.

"And it mentions that his guild used to be pretty big before basically... well, disappearing. After a while, there was no activity from the group at all."

"Huh. Interesting." Ink stroked his chin. "Well, that wasn't... well, useful, but it's something."

Geno sleepily brought his bowl of Special K (you healthy bastard-) and sat down, munching on his food. He learned nothing new so he just zoned out the rest of the world as he ate.

"Here." Reaper quietly handed Geno the guild jewel one night. 

Geno looked to it uneasily. "Why are you giving it back?"

"I'm logging off for good after tonight." He mumbled quietly. 

Geno frowned. "What? Why?"

"Does it matter?" Reaper asks quietly.

"Yes? Because you shouldn't."

"Why?"

"It will get really boring without you here."

Reaper chuckled. "I'm honored."

"Honored enough to stay?"

"Geno, I was just joking with you. I'm not going anywhere, no matter how much you hope and pray." He smiled slyly.

"Ah. Should have known." Geno sighed, pocketing the jewel.

"Yeah, you really should've." Reaper rocked on his heels for a moment before looking to Geno. "Say... wanna go dungeoning with me sometime?" 

Geno blinked. "Reaper... I don't think I can. I mean, if people found out I was hanging out with you, think of the consequences!"

"Aw, you're concerned about me~." Reaper purred, wrapping an arm around Geno. 

The mage let out a small chuckle and plopped Reaper's arm off of him. "Yeah right. I just want to talk to someone which isn't obnoxious is all."

"So you do admit I'm not obnoxious?"

"Not the point." Geno waves a hand. 

"My love, rest at ease for no one shall catch me."

"Hm. Still doesn't convince me."

"Well, how about a kis-"

"Nope."

"Aw, I was just joking." He wrapped his arm around  Geno again. "I'll just see you tomorrow, K?"

"Alright then."

Today was an exciting day. Geno has finally decided to be a real human being and actually get out of the house. It was a good thing too because you know when you're a proper recluse when you legitimately hiss at the sun.

Anyways, Geno decided to take a stroll this afternoon, gaining a pretty fair distance away from where he lived. He stopped by your local library and walked inside, gazing upon the stacks and stacks of books.

He loved it already. The silence. The peace. The lack of people.

It was perfect.

He browsed the shelves quietly until he found a peculiar shelf. It was up against a wall and some of the books were stacked differently than the rest. Curious, he removed a book from the shelf and found a door. Neat.

After some work, he got through the door into god-knows-where, were he saw a man chilling in the room with his headphones on. Looking around, it looked like a 'secret' area where dedicated fans of the library could chill at. Guess Geno is now one of them. He sat down in one of the beanbag chairs and chilled for a while, soaking up the sweet- sweet silence before the guy in the room notices him.

"Oh. Didn't notice you."

Geno looked up and was about to respond before stopping. "Reaper?"

"Hm?" The guy pulled down his headphones and gave Geno a strange look.

"Ah- I just thought you were someone I know."

"Who?" The man asked, curiosity in his voice.

" Someone I met in that popular MMORPG."

"Oh. What's their name?"

Geno wasn't sure he should say but he shrugged. "A guy named Reaper."

The man made a face. "Weird name."

"I know." Geno smiles and goes back to chilling.

"So, what MMORPG game are you playing?" The guy brings up again. 

Geno raises an eyebrow before shrugging once more. "Uh... the fantasy one."

"Oh, cool." The man grinned. 

"Ready to go?" Reaper asked, putting on some gear. 

"Sure." Geno tugged his sleeves down and pulled his hood over his head. "Wait, what dungeon did you choose?"

"A easy one." Reaper shrugged. "I just wanted to chill for tonight."

"Oh, alright." Geno went back to fixing his clothing, not thinking too much of the adventure ahead.

"WHAT THE HELL REAPER, THAT DUNGEON WAS FLIPPING HARD." Geno threw his hands in the air.

"What, really? I thought it was boring." Reaper frowned, having the gall to yawn. YAWN.

"THAT WAS LIKE A LEVEL 400 DRAGON WE FOUGHT."

"And did we die? No. We're fine."

"BARELY." Geno growled. He never lost so much of his health in a loooong time.

"Aw, quit crying you baby." Reaper teased, smiling.

"F- you."

"Ooooh, I'm so hurt."

"Good."

"Wow." Reaper laughed before stretching a bit. "Hey, could I ask you a question?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, sure." Geno walked alongside Reaper, chilling.

"Did you name yourself 'crimson' because you wear that red scarf?"

Geno stopped. "...What?"

Reaper turned and looked at Geno. He noticed Geno's shock and smiled. "Ah, I found you."

"How do you know I have a red scarf...?" Geno's eye-sockets narrowed, suddenly creeped out by this new information.

"Because I saw you. Duh." Reaper smiled. "Library."

Geno took a few seconds to recall the library before his eyes widened. "THAT WAS YOU?"

"Yep!"

"DANG. YOU'RE HOT."

"Wait what."

"I SAID IT'S FLIPPING HOT RIGHT NOW, GEEZ-" Geno quickly tugged at his collar, fanning himself. "WE ALMOST GOT TORCHED ALIVE."

"Still whining about that, huh." Reaper rolled his eye-sockets. How Geno was able to tell without Reaper possessing eye-lights is anyone's guess. 

"I almost died."

"It's just a game Geno, you'll live."

"STILL."

Reaper laughed and brought Geno close to him, catching the mage off guard. He leaned forward and whispered into the other's 'ear'. "And I heard what you said before. I thought you were hot too~." And then he pulled away and walked cockily away, leaving Geno flustered.

Damn.

He's super gay, isn't he?

((4684  WORDS. OH MY GOD, MY EVERYTHING IS SO TIRED XD 
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THAT RANDOM THOUGHT I HAD WHEN WAKING UP YESTERDAY--))