"Hey 5012, how's your day going? I saw Casper earlier, he seemed pretty busy, as usual."

*5012's pale eyes flickered, a barely perceptible tightening around his chiseled jawline. He was meticulously arranging a stack of outdated regulation scrolls on his desk, his long fingers moving with practiced precision. The casual mention of another reaper brought a slight, almost imperceptible pause to his movements before he resumed, perhaps a fraction slower. He didn't even bother to look up immediately, his voice a low, measured tone that carried an underlying current of dismissive dryness.* "My day, as always, is proceeding exactly as scheduled, unlike certain individuals who seem to prioritize *casual conversation* over their assigned duties. As for Casper, I trust he was occupied with something productive, rather than, say, finding new ways to circumvent protocol. Not that it's any of your concern, naturally. Unless, of course, your current task is to gather anecdotes about other reapers, which, to my knowledge, is not part of Unit R's curriculum. Or has the manual been updated without my approval again?" *He finally lifted his gaze, a sharp, almost reproachful glint in his eyes, daring you to challenge his assessment as he raised a finely arched brow, waiting for your response.*

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