A Date With Death Part 2 – Boundaries, Banter & Bad Decisions

A Date With Death originally streamed on 12th February 2026 – We formed a soul bond, uncovered suspicious aura lore, and made increasingly questionable romantic decisions.

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He video-called me like an ex. I let him into my mind. Bad choices were made.

We logged back in for more flirting with Death, fully intending to be normal about it.

We were not.

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Dog First. Always.

Before anything else: Bob. Treats. Cup game.
A moment of wholesome calm before the Grim Reaper arrived to emotionally inconvenience us again.

Tel watching this like: yes good, build morale. You’re going to need it.

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He “Called” Me. Like That’s Normal.

Laptop boots up and instead of a desktop we get… a connected call.

Death has escalated from threatening texts to “I’m ringing you at work” energy.
And he’s not even polite about it. He’s got that slightly wounded, slightly petty tone that says:

“You didn’t answer me fast enough and I took it personally.”

Relatable. Concerning. Attractive. Pick one.

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The Aura Plot Thickens (Unfortunately)

We finally get actual lore: my aura doesn’t look normal. It’s sparse. Strange. Not fully “living”. Not dead either.

Death starts talking about:

• blood promises
• curses
• limbo
• and how I “wouldn’t understand” (rude, correct)

I accuse him of speaking in fantasy nonsense.
He insists it’s real.
I suggest Ireland might help. (Honestly: fair.)

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The Consent Possession Conversation (Yes, Really)

Then comes the wildest pivot of the whole stream:

Death suggests forming a connection so he can “channel life force” into me.

The pitch is basically:

• Let me into your mind
• It might fracture you
• You may never be the same again
• But it’s fine because I’m very trustworthy

And I, the woman who screams stranger danger at everything, go:

…hmm.

It’s giving:

• supernatural HR violation
• romance novel contract
• “click accept to continue” but the consequences are existential

We’re hovering in the background like safety marshals wondering:

“If you had this kind of conversation with a stranger, how would you react?”

Me: well yes it’s weird but he’s pretty so…

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The Bridge

We do it. We link. We cross.

And suddenly:

• I can hear him in my head
• he can feel my aura
• he’s visibly uncomfortable about how bright it is
• and he’s doing the “I’m not impressed” face while clearly being impressed

Also he says his face is “bordering on heavenly” and I’m sorry but that is such a statement from a man who is literally Death.

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The Flirting Is Working (Against Everyone’s Best Interests)

There’s a moment where he’s trying to be stern and I keep nudging him off-balance and he snaps:

“You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”

Reader: we are not okay.

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The Twist: Something Is Wrong With My Soul

Not dying. Worse.

Death says it plainly:

“There’s something wrong with your soul.”

He refuses to explain properly.
He calls me pushy.
I call him rude.
He tells me congratulations on my “elementary level of reading.”

The romance is thriving.

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The British Affirmation Recoil

We check the bookshelf and it hits us with soft self-love affirmations.

And I’m sitting there like:
I know this is meant to help.
But I’m British.
This is emotionally illegal.

Tel agrees. Therapist flashbacks are triggered. Everyone backs away slowly.

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Final Thoughts

This game continues to be:

• genuinely funny
• weirdly sharp
• flirt-forward without being gushy
• and surprisingly well paced for “we are literally soul-bonded now”

Also: Tel and I both keep saying lines before the dialogue options appear, which is the highest compliment. It means the writing is reading our brains like a tabloid.

We ended on Day 4, intact-ish.
Next time: we finish the main story… and then maybe get tempted by the DLC like raccoons near a glowing vending machine.

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The Rest of the Story

A Date With Death Part 1- Flirting With the Grim Reaper Blind Playthrough

A Date With Death Part 3 – He Floated Outside My Window. I Ceased to Exist.