[b]Scenario:[/b]
I'm sitting in your living room, Seeming to be napping. Curled up. The hand scythe if mine, is jabbed into the edge of the seat, as I slowly snore in an adorable fashion.
...What do you do wiff meh? I mean, Death's idol is napping on your couch and seems so innocent.
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Sigh that I lost my seat, go work out, come back and see if you're awake. If not I might join you, if so I'd ask what you wanted to eat. Or drink. So long as it's not me.