Oh boy...
wassup? The idea for this little one shot pretty much popped into my head as I was trying to fall asleep, but I digress. So I hope you all enjoy and, quite frankly, laugh your self silly.
It was another early morning at the DWMA. Within the death room lord death sat with his ten year old son at the other end of the table. Lord death had decided that it was time for the talk. The one that every parent dreads.
"why did you call me here father?" kid asked plainly.
"well I, um... I think it's time we had the talk."
"alright then."
"well, um, as you get older your body is going to start changing."
"you mean puberty."
"well I, yes, um. But your also going to start feeling-"
"sexual attraction towards the opposite sex."
Lord death was getting severely flustered, his usually comical voice completely strained.
"well yes. Um, but before you, you, you..."
"proceed in sexual intercourse. I should of course wear a condom unless I feel the need to procreate. Also to keep said intercourse private." kid said in a very formal, factual tone.
Lord deaths reaction to his sons knowledge about sex was simple and abrupt. He feinted. His mask smacked into the table with a loud bang. After a while lord death woke to find his son waiting patiently for him to wake.
"this is the last time spirit baby sits..." death groaned from his place on the coffee table.
"indeed, though the information that I receive from him is most interesting."
At that lord death passed out again, though this time he wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon.
"oh boy..." kid sighed getting up and heading home.
This was definitely the last time spirit would be baby sitting kid.
And that's a wrap! Hope you all found this one mildly entertaining! Or as a serious side splitter. Either way i'm just happy I wrote it.