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“Casper.”
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“Those two,” you point through the fair-going crowd at the food stall where two people stand shoulder to shoulder, “They’re reapers.”
Casper frowns, “And?”
“I’m gonna spy on them.”
“Sunshine no-“ but you’ve already walked off.
***
After a few minutes of observation (read: stalking), you’ve at least confirmed their names. The penguin looking fellow is Atlas, and the other guy is either named love or has a penchant for pet names. You also learn that they haven’t even finished their training yet and should not be in the mortal realm unsupervised. Not that you care, they’re being reasonably subtle (for reapers) and are clearly on a date.
Their shameless flirting is oddly familiar.
“Nine hells,” Casper curses with amusement in his voice, “They’re worse than you.”
You pout at that. How could someone beat you at your own game? And how could Casper be the one to say so! Well, you’ll at least give them the edge in PDA. You’ve never used a stray bit of funnel cake as an excuse to kiss Casper, but that just means you have more ideas.
Such wonderful ideas.
Oh, would you look at that, they’re now staring longingly into each other’s eyes. You can practically hear their thought process from here:
‘Bro.’
‘Yeah, bro?’
‘I think I’m in love with you, bro.’
‘Bro.’
Eugh. Just start making out why don’t you. Oh, they’re abandoning their food to head to a more secluded area, looks like they took your advice.
“You are not following them.”
“Don’t worry, Cas, I would never.” That’s a lie, you totally would.
“Sunshine…”
“Alright fine! No voyeurism, I’ll save that just for you.”
Casper barely even reacts to that. Man, you really are losing your touch. Maybe you should take your own advice and pin Casper to the chainlink fence surrounding the fair? Oh who are you kidding, you’re definitely going to do that.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“Nothing much,” you lie, “Just you [REDACTED].”
Casper blinks. Once, twice, then he begins to blush.
Heh, still got it.