Pricked 

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Ronald stuck out his tongue at Eric’s retreating back before resuming his shower. He took his sweet time getting clean before redressing at returning to his desk, antsy with anticipation.

The feeling only grew as the day went on, and he could have sworn there were actual butterflies in his stomach as he clocked out and waited for the other reaper. ‘Get it together Knox. Slingby’ll take th’ piss outta y’ if y’ act like a baby.’ he thought sternly.

The rest of his day was spent tucked away in his office. Paperwork and reflections flooded in, thick stacks barricading him in. By the time the clock struck the end of his shift, those tall towers had only decreased by half. Tomorrow, he’d convinced himself. He’d finish it tomorrow. For now, there was something much more exciting waiting for him. 

As he went to clock out, he tossed a wry grin at the man waiting for him. “Ready, Ronnie? Ye look pale as a ghost. Sure ye have the baws tae do it?” He punched his card out and stuck it back in the slot.