Cedar Sweep I’m on top of it

The reaper hardly notices the ginger male until he’s fairly close. His remaining ghostly eye opens just a bit further than it was in his relaxed state. Flicking over to his unexpected company, he sits up onto his elbows, but keeps his kind legs relaxed out to the side. 

Then his voice graces him and Santi’s ruined ears swivel at the accent he carries. Now, he’s never heard anything like it. He quirks a brow to the other and a ghost of a smirk begins to form on his scared visage. 

“Sí, amigo.” He hums lazily. “Who’re you?” It’s bland, but not exactly rude. He seems laid back in the moment, doing exactly as the other states — enjoying the rain.