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Every mortal had a soulmate. Death didn’t.
"So?" Puss’ red rose twirled between his claws.
"So, you should stop pursuing me, and go back to your soulmate," Death growled.
"Kitty and I have an open relationship. Sweet of you to worry, though," Puss purred.
"I’m not supposed to mingle with mortals! This is why I don’t have a mark!"
"That doesn’t sound like a ‘no,’" Puss caressed Death’s chin with the flower. "I don’t care what fate has to say. But I do care about your answer."
Despite his suave voice, the rose trembled in his paw.
Death took it.