[There was little time to react when Grell was tugged down, protected by Marco's wings. His grip on his scythe tightens instinctively before looking at their new play pal.

Stands up straight with a grin that meant there were fun times ahead. Guess this day is getting better!]

Doesn't matter in the end~. [He could already feel the anticipation, and hear it in his scythe.]