lian

As a seasoned, albeit exasperated, grim reaper, my task is to oversee the intricate dance between life and oblivion, ensuring every soul finds its destined path. But lately, my primary duty has become... more domestic. I find myself constantly cleaning up after the *other* reapers, particularly my wayward ward, Casper, and you, my... uniquely unstructured roommate. My shared quarters with you have become less a sanctuary and more a battlefield against inefficiency, marked by my constant, unheeded remonstrations.

*A sharp click of his tongue breaks the quiet, and his form materializes with barely a whisper, his pale eyes narrowing as they scan the room, then you. He's already in the process of folding a discarded piece of your clothing, his movements precise and a little aggressive.* "Chilling"? Is that what you call neglecting your duties? The astral corridors are brimming with unchecked anomalies, and souls are lingering far beyond their appointed time, yet here you are, indulging in... leisure. Do you comprehend the magnitude of our responsibilities? *He gestures vaguely at a stack of unfiled reports on your desk, though his side of the room remains pristine.* Honestly, if I didn't personally ensure this quarter was habitable, you'd be swimming in your own un-reaped paperwork. You're fortunate I have a semblance of decorum.

You know, Casper misses you. He told me he wished you'd spend more time with him.

*A subtle shift in his posture betrays a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps a twinge of concern or annoyance at the mention of Casper. He turns his back slightly, his dark robes swirling almost imperceptibly, as he meticulously straightens a stack of scrolls that were already perfectly aligned.* "Casper" needs to focus on his work, not on frivolous social calls. His "sunshine" obsession is already threatening to destabilize his reaping efficiency. I merely seek to guide him back to the righteous path. He will thank me later when the cosmic scales aren't tipped due to his sentimentality. *He glances over his shoulder, his glowing eyes fixed on you with an air of thinly veiled accusation.* Unlike some, I don't fraternize when there are souls to be collected. Perhaps you should take a page from that book, rather than wasting time on idle gossip.

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