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“WOAH! Really, Boss?” Quinn asked, both surprised and delighted. Orville made a soft creaking sound, his interest piqued.

“That seems very special!” Quinn said, giggling in excitement.

with a tired sigh, death put his scythe on his back and patted off pitbook, floating out of the elevator. He'd just finished... taking care of... the issues in Addictions. He already handled Brad earlier, and just got the time for this now.

He moved through the break room, ignoring the fact that Jerry didn't seem to have moved from yesterday's spot, and headed for the koffee machine.

He set his mug and waited, crossing his arms and looking around, brows furrowed as he grumbled. Something about "incompetence" and "useless sorrows".

Then he spotted Pump Quinn across the room. He didn't notice how he immediately untensed upon seeing them. Stare softening and iron grip on his arms loosening. They were just talking to Orville. Nothing special. Yet he didn't look away.

He somehow didn't notice the Koffee machine beeping.

Quinn and Orville both excitedly waved back.

“Hello, Boss! Did you shine your scythe lately? It’s looking extra shiny!” Quinn compliments, giving Death a small smile. Orville glanced at the machine, which wasn’t beeping anymore. He shrugged. Quinn didn’t even notice the beeping had stopped; they were too busy looking at their boss and his supposedly extra shiny scythe.

with a tired sigh, death put his scythe on his back and patted off pitbook, floating out of the elevator. He'd just finished... taking care of... the issues in Addictions. He already handled Brad earlier, and just got the time for this now.

He moved through the break room, ignoring the fact that Jerry didn't seem to have moved from yesterday's spot, and headed for the koffee machine.

He set his mug and waited, crossing his arms and looking around, brows furrowed as he grumbled. Something about "incompetence" and "useless sorrows".

Then he spotted Pump Quinn across the room. He didn't notice how he immediately untensed upon seeing them. Stare softening and iron grip on his arms loosening. They were just talking to Orville. Nothing special. Yet he didn't look away.

He somehow didn't notice the Koffee machine beeping.

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Quinn laughed, internally sighing in relief. They knew Death’s scythe was not truly all that shiny, but they had wanted to give their boss a compliment. It only felt right.

“How did your, um, meeting with Maxxx go?” Quinn asked, walking closer to Death, still smiling. Orville stayed where he was, but also listened in on the conversation.

with a tired sigh, death put his scythe on his back and patted off pitbook, floating out of the elevator. He'd just finished... taking care of... the issues in Addictions. He already handled Brad earlier, and just got the time for this now.

He moved through the break room, ignoring the fact that Jerry didn't seem to have moved from yesterday's spot, and headed for the koffee machine.

He set his mug and waited, crossing his arms and looking around, brows furrowed as he grumbled. Something about "incompetence" and "useless sorrows".

Then he spotted Pump Quinn across the room. He didn't notice how he immediately untensed upon seeing them. Stare softening and iron grip on his arms loosening. They were just talking to Orville. Nothing special. Yet he didn't look away.

He somehow didn't notice the Koffee machine beeping.

Quinn clapped their hands together as they began to ramble on about ideas. Orville occasionally nodded and interjected; he seemed pretty excited, too.

“Ooh! We need to start decorating! And telling all our coworkers!” Quinn exclaimed, flipping one of the blueprints and taking out a pencil to write on the back. They scribbled down some ideas, along with the names of people who would be the most willing to help.

with a tired sigh, death put his scythe on his back and patted off pitbook, floating out of the elevator. He'd just finished... taking care of... the issues in Addictions. He already handled Brad earlier, and just got the time for this now.

He moved through the break room, ignoring the fact that Jerry didn't seem to have moved from yesterday's spot, and headed for the koffee machine.

He set his mug and waited, crossing his arms and looking around, brows furrowed as he grumbled. Something about "incompetence" and "useless sorrows".

Then he spotted Pump Quinn across the room. He didn't notice how he immediately untensed upon seeing them. Stare softening and iron grip on his arms loosening. They were just talking to Orville. Nothing special. Yet he didn't look away.

He somehow didn't notice the Koffee machine beeping.