I swear, the way the stories are going between mine and donation were going to end up with actual Reaper as a crow. Wait.. Chaos I didn't mean it! Meh.. if it happens, it happens

"Okay... that didn't work," Reaper said, staring at the snarl of strings on the machine.

Next to him in a basket baby Goth giggled, he grinned and picked up his son kissing his skull.

"Oh is daddy funny, going to tell your mama when he gets back," he chirped to his son, Goth babbled back waving his arms and legs and few swipes of his wings.

"Oh, is that so!" Reaper said dramatically.

"Pfffffffffffff...." Goth spit.

"I guess it is so little crow," Reaper said cleaning the spit.

"Ba ba ba ba ba ba," Goth continued to babble.

"Yeah, I think Daddy is going to give up trying to learn to weave using a handloom. Going to have to think of something else handmade for his birthday," Reaper sighed cuddling his son, dropping the loom and string mess into his item space.

At that moment Geno entered the room, bags of groceries in his arms.

"Ma ma ma ma ma!" Goth chirped happily.

"Hello my little bird," Geno said happily putting the groceries away, then stole his son from Reaper who pouted.

"Find everything," Reaper asked getting up from his chair.

"And then some," Geno said "Was daddy good for you Gothy?"

Reaper squawked in shock, at the sentence.

"I'm always good!" he protested.

"Uh huh," Geno teased with a grin.

"Tell him Gothy!" Reaper told his son.

"Ba ba ba ba ba," Gothy babbled, then sneezed with a cute squeak.

"Guess you were good then," Geno laughed.

"Do I get a reward for being good?" Reaper smirked.

The kiss that followed was worth it.