Grim was, quite positively, pissed at the current moment. One of his fellow puppeteers had sent out some puppet to fetch him food, fetch them all food for that matter and the boy had not returned almost half an hour later. Since Grim was the only one who was not practically starving, he was the chosen one to go and fetch the stray puppet.

He walked out of the trailer, only a hoodie and a pair of jeans on as he walked out into the pouring rain. The masquerade looked deserted. There was not a single soul to be seen out there, except for the bored vendors, who were trying to occupy their time with all sorts of simple games. If that gave them pleasure, Grim didn't mind.

A few of the men turned to glance at his tall dark figure as he passed by. Grim's worst quality was perhaps his ability to sense when someone was watching him. He turned around and glared at the men, who immediately continued their game as if nothing had happened, not daring to offer a single comment of back talk. He asked them briefly for a stray puppet they might have seen, they gave him directions and their encounter ended there.

Grim could already see the young man as he neared the ferris wheel. He was rather tall, with dark hair, which had now stuck to his face from the downpour. He stopped a few feet away from the boy, arms crossed on his chest as he let out a loud sigh of annoyance:
- What exactly do you think you are doing? - Grim asked, sounding extremely irritated, yet cold at the same time. The boy was in for a scolding and he ought to have known that just by listening to the tone of Grim's voice.

Grim sighed in frustration, massaging his temples slowly as he stood opposite of the puppet. The young man seemed to realize quite well that he was in trouble, so Reaper didn't bother with reminding him:
- If I catch a cold because of you, you're in trouble. - Grim said, his voice sounding menacingly and boredly at the same time. As the raindrops fell down his face, he could feel his skin shivering under their cold touch.

Should they have met at different circumstances, Grim would have immediately questioned the boy if he had a puppeteer. He seemed like a fine puppet, if Grim had ever seen one. He had soft features and seemed well toned. In addition, he had emerald green eyes like none the puppeteer had seen. Grim glanced away, as if the boy annoyed him. He hated puppets who looked that attractive, simply because they distracted him to no end. And that was not in the least bit good, especially if he was send out to scold that very puppet.

- Have you any idea how many people are waiting for you back in that trailer? - Grim asked, taking a few steps forward, his arms crossed upon his chest. - You are in a lot of trouble kid... - he noted as he glanced down at the younger man, his tone now sounding a bit more amused than irritated. - Who's your puppeteer? - he asked, hoping to find out of whoever he or she was, was going to be harsh on the poor guy, or if they were going to let him off easily. If it were someone like the Ringmaster, he would be in a hell of a lot of trouble. Then again, if he was the Ringmaster's, he wouldn't be sent out to do such mediocre chores.