The night was quiet, with passing rain awhile back, fading everything to pure wetness. Everything before cleaned, leaving a sliver of a moon in a gaggle of stars. Unlike a hometown place somewhere else that is no doubt drowning in rain and fog, this new scene was better. Perfect; if someone has writers-block.
Swaying lightly in a hammock, indoors, with fake palm trees holding the cloth in place, sand also brought indoors for the sake to it would feel like it was Hawaii, even adding hot lamps to match the heat and brightness.
A lone body laid in the hammock, hologram book hovering within eye-line of the person, for hopes it would reload her brain with ideas of new stories to post on a wed site she enjoys so much being on. But as of late, nothing was happening, for being two foot kicks from hell's gate wasn't helping the brain.
Out of the corner of the person's eye, someone was near her thinking chambers. She was glad it was her friend and not someone else.
"Hey Grim, going to class?"
The figure nodded, taking a glance around the room, taking notice of the changes she did, again.
To which he shook his head to.
"What? You said to make myself at home while staying here. So I did."
Grim made a gesture to the sand that almost spilled out the room. Almost covering his feet when he slide the door open, to check on her. Now wishing he didn't.
Oh, how he loved those sandals. A gift from his mother for being able to enroll into his death school.
"Huh?" Questioning back, looking away from her book a second time, glance down at the sand, than back to Grim. "I found it." Ending the chat, by quickly looking back at her book.
Her dead friend tilt his head to the side, as saying he didn't believe her. In a way of asking of how she found sand in the burning rings of hell.
"I told ya, I'm not from around here. For that I have my ways."
Grim looked up, in an act of rolling eyes that he lack of having.
"Yeah-yeah, I'll clean it later. Go, you'll be late." Saying as she whipped a finger to change a page in her book.
With a poof and a thin layer of smoke later, her bag of bones buddy was gone and off to death school.
"Peace and quiet at last."
And it was, for about three hours before a sudden clatter of skin landing on wood was heard. Making the girl shoot up from her resting spot, having to jolt out of her bed and leaving her hammock, heading to the sound, thinking that Grim must have come back for something, and got his cloak stuck on something. No doubt that he felled to pieces, again.
"Grim?" She called out in questionable worry as she slighted down the ramp, not wanting to take the stairs, any time wasted is time not able to help her buddy. "Hey Grim! Are you back?"
The sound happened again, coming from the weapons room. A place only Grim went into, but the sound became more frantic than before. Better risk being yelled at, than not doing anything at all.
"Grim?"
Flipping the switch near the door for light, upon seeing a person clan in white, which was deeply buried under some tools knocked over, and finally freed. The person gave a sound of job well done.
"Not you." Those words left her mouth when seeing who it, which for the tone only came as a whine.