Seles walked into her house, her standered shinigami sandles rasping in distress aginst the wood that lined the lieutenant's floor. Sighing in annoyance, Seles proceded to her desk and thrust some paperwork on the desk with a thud. The work never ends! the shinigami thought as she sat down in her chair It could be so much worse! the voice of her spirit nicknamed Ten echoed in her head. How? How can this possibly get any worse? Easy! You could have me help you with them!
Seles shuttered at the thought. Ten was the worse person in the soul society when it came to paperwork. Sure, as a spirit he didn't need any breaks, but his skills were horendious. He constantly filed things wrong, lost papers, and one time got bored and threw the lot at shinigami that were passing by. Your right. Now hush so I can finish