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     _{Shared time off was something that rarely found its way to them, it was even more rare to have so much on the horizon. When Grel had checked on her upcoming schedule she’d naturally checked Eric’s as well, and what she found gave her a spark of an idea. It had been so long since they’d actually had a chance to do something fun or even couple-y and with nearly a week off it would be the perfect opportunity to do something.} 

          _{Of course Eric would need convincing first.}

     _{Grell was bounding towards his office, already thinking of things that they could possibly fill their time with. Of course there would be much to do, and she was planning on enjoying it all. As long as he could actually be convinced to enjoy something romantic with her then everything would be perfect.}

     _{She bounded her way down to his office, a slight sense of giddiness making its way to the pit of her stomach. Of course she wouldn’t bother to knock, only letting herself in and flashing him a dazzling grin of razor teeth.} 

     _{She didn’t hesitate to put herself on the edge of his desk, leaning back to better face him. “So~ I’ve been looking at the new schedules and I’ve had an idea that I think you’d like to hear~.”}

An ignorant mortal with no reason to think otherwise might be under the impression that the preternatural beasts in this world were exempt from the mundane torture of desk work. Likely, the phrase ‘death god’ stirred dusty visions cloaked, hooded figures shrouded in grey mist, with the gaunt cheeks and washed complexion of a skull – even hollowed eyes that glowed such a sinister shade of crimson that it could pierce the ever tangible, fragile, human soul. Such an image might not wander too far from reality. At least, Eric thought with a wistful sigh as he signed off on a report, when considering the competent and formidable force that was William T. Spears.

How disappointing for the fools who might think of death as an escape of the unbearable burden of mortality. Those that might have ended their lives in hope of, say, the pleasure of an indulgent, eternal nap, or the suffocation of all weakness and vulnerability that came tightly wrapped in human existence, instead awoke to find themselves shackled to both their unresolved feelings and the prospect of working for the rest of forever. Retirement? Out of the question.

Eric clicked his pen between his teeth. His eyes squinted down at the report though he didn’t read it. His thoughts raced through all the things he’d like to be doing, and he decided quickly that work fell at the very bottom of the list. As if on cue, the door to his office clicked open. And there, lovely and red and looking sharper than a hunting knife, was a distraction. And what luck, his favorite kind. The lady kind.

“Oh, aye?” He leaned back in his chair so far that it teetered on its rear legs. His eyes gleamed with mischief, but the faint circles and creases beneath told the story of a man that never slept long enough in his afterlife. “If ye’re so interested in schedules, perhaps ye should ask ol’ Willie f’r th’ next one a wee bit early – migh’ jus’ be a good read.”