Grimm

A twitch was the only break in the supposed calm on Grimm's face, though underneath was a fast growing frustration as he felt the living getting on his nerves again. [i]The hell is wrong with her, I ask for the other person to give her some respect and she gets angry at me, I should take that entire bage of Malts, and that stupid eye of hers, and tosd it out a window. Damn ungrateful harlot.[/i] Grimm took a couple deep breath to calm himself down, regain his composure, and continue on with the conversation. He was here so he could learn to properly interact with these fleshbags, so he'd do his best so he can become a Grand Reaper. Eyes on the prize, no matter how many annoying obstacles ger in your way.

"Anyway, my name is Grimm, and this is my first year here. I'm a semi-profesional artist, so if you need any portraits or concepts drawn, just ask me. I'd be [i]happy[/i] to help you." 

[i]Okay, conversation starter sent out, lets see if they take the bait. If the pink haired one says some thing else cheeky, I swear she's going to find out why you don't piss of a Reaper who knows where you sleep, or can really easily find out where you sleep. Okay, she just better watch her back if she starts insulting me.[/i]

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