Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-3991308-20151016053002

The Godfather Death stand was a fire hazard. Candles flickered precariously around the table, perilously close to a white cotton banner with Godfather Death scrawled onto. In other words, Airmid loved it.

Death was there, in a sharp suit. He had also decided to change his external form to look approachable, if you could call a skeleton face and body approachable. Unfortunately, it was (by Death's definition).

"You think we look acceptable?" he asked, grinning at his godkid, who was stuck in her phone. As a skeleton, Death's grin was unnerving. "I am literally dying to brainwas– ahem, educate the youth," he said in that joking voice of his.