Arthur: well that’s bad either way, you ever so literally don’t have a death date, or ability to die of that matter, so I can’t bring you to death’s realm, I’m so sorry

Michael: hm?

Michael: *put his arm around you*

Arthur: so..did you piss off a god or something to make you immortal?

Arthur: Zander, big guy, stop creeping the poor girl out *he snapped his fingers*

Zander: *he jumped going over to Arthur* (if she says anything about him looking small he'll prove her wrong)

Michael: that’s alright

Zander: *handed Arthur the scroll before getting up and personal with you giving you an examination, up close you could see through his flesh and see his bones*

Arthur: *reading through it*

Michael: no bad blood from me

Yup

Charlie: or not, I don’t think he likes Michael

Michael: oh right, he was trying to “prove” I was cheating in my boxing matches I forgot

Zander: *brought you somewhere private before calling someone in an unknown language, Arthur, good ol reaper boy who probably had to leave his midget mafia boss to come over*

Arthur: *came via teleportation* I’m here I’m here

Michael: it’s quite alright

Charlie: I can go with him if he wants to go somewhere else

Zander: *rolled it back up and gestured you to follow him offering a hand that looked warped and stretched in ways impossible for humans*

Michael: I’m doing good, I got all of your energy drink off that’s for sure *he laughed a little*

Charlie: *made a slight gesture if Chris wanted to leave with him*

Zander: *he managed to croak out the word old before opening it and started going through it and seeing you literally had no assigned death shocked him even more*

Charlie: *waved at Chris*

Michael: so how are you?

Michael: *he smiled clapping his hands a little* wonderful!

Charlie: yay new friends!

Zander: *he wrote it down before scribbling a very good portrait for being mostly scribbles, the paper set on fire being replaced with a very dated scroll which surprised him visibly*

Michael: don’t worry about it, how about you two join us?

Zander: *he ripped out the paper handing it over, he had scratchy shaky handwriting but it was legible, it read, “sorry I am not one of Mrs. Death’s servants, I am from purgatory, the waiting room to see death and life and whatever realm your fate lies, I can check when one dies and take them to purgatory, but I’ll need a name”*