Casually tugs reapers closer and grins, running fingers through his hair and scratching lovingly at his scalp. "I have a theory to test out dear reaper, hold still for me~?" Even more casually leans down and gives his lover a gentle, affectionate smooch to each side of his cheek, and then one more to his lips, before pulling away slowly. "Mmh... just as I suspected."
“The hell kind of theory is a shark going to have–” Gig began to complain, already suspecting some kind of sneaky half-assed move from one of his favourite assholes, when said asshole lent down to grace his face with several kisses, the reaper immediately reddening at such unwarranted affection. Seriously, unless he’d actually done something to deserve it, who just wanders past and starts smooching the hell out of Death–?!
“W-what…whattya mean, just as you suspect–the hell were you trying to suspect?!”