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Death's shoes tapped against the floor of his castle in his own little dimension, moving from the top floor to the living quarters. The castle was large and dark, the only thing lighting up the whole castle was fire in lanterns. Yeah, Death was pretty old fashioned. He never really found a reason to renovate the run down castle. Him and the other reapers weren't there very often. But after the Sophia incident, he was given a couple weeks off to make sure she was comfortable and okay. She had been in the dimension for a little over a week now, and her angst over losing her fiance has done everything but faulture. No matter what, he hadn't really been able to make her feel much better. Death is surprisingly not very good at emotions. After a few flights of stairs, he made it to Sophia's room, where he walked over and knocked on the door. "Hello, Sophia?" He called in his smooth voice. "It's me, Death." He said without thinking how that context was probably not the best.

Currently he was in his human form. He felt sightly uncomfortable in it, finding the skin unnecessarily soft and itchy over his unneeded organs. However, it did make him feel like he belonged along with other reapers and humans. He figured that this body was probably best around Sophia also. He knocked once more for the pure fact that he liked feeling the wood against his knuckles. Feeling was his favorite of the five senses. It wasn't one he was given, and was artificial, but was better than no feeling at all. From soft hair to splintery wood, he loved it all.

Death waited for a moment until she opened the door, met with the same cold eyes she had given him for a week now. He gave a soft laugh at her words, pointing at his lips. "But I'm moving my mouth now. A little less ominous, yes?" He asked, pushing the bangs out of his face with a little frown. He had made them too long this time. "How you humans deal with hair in your face, I have no idea." He said rather out of the blue, looking back at her with a soft smile. "I was wondering how you were holding up today. If you were feeling any better, well, to put it bluntly, I was going to show you you're new job." He answered. If she was staying for eternity, might as well give her a job while she was here. "Oh, don't worry. It isn't reaping." He added, a little frazzled at the moment. He wasn't very good with general conversation that wasn't about work, and it showed. He shifted from foot to foot, a little uneasy with talking to Sophia. It was a rather awkward situation with her fiance' and all that....

Death gave a little frown. Core of an individual? Does he seem evil or something? He shrugged it of, giving a light chuckle at her calling him a "hypocrite". Perhaps he was. Although, he wasn't really sure whether or not it was pun of him being a skeleton, or something else entirely. He shook his head. "No, not busy work. I guess...more of a...secretary." He said, turning and walking forward. "Follow me, please." Asked kindly, walking down the hall to the flight of stairs, which he walked up all the way to the top to a large, bronze door. He reached into his pocket, digging for a moment before taking out a large bronze key, sticking it in the lock and turning it. He put his hand on the knob, looking over with a smile. "Beware of books." He warned, opening the door to a long hallway, with a line of doors on both sides, and two large doors at the end. The doors on the sides kept opening and closing, books flying from one room to another. The two at the end, one only had books coming out occasionally, and the other only had books going in occasionally. "You'll be helping me in here sometimes." He closed the door behind them, smiling softly at her.

At her comment, Death's face fell. He turned to her, his soft smile completely gone. "Do you really think that me going to reap your fiance's soul was for the mere fact that I needed a damn secretary?" He asked in a low, angry voice. Although being Death, he took death very seriously. And the fact that she thought he was going to kill someone was for the fact he needed a secretary? There isn't a lot that made him angry, but human ignorance toward death did. "You begged to take his place, and I was gracious enough to take it. It's written in your records now. Everything happens for a reason. A secretary would be nice, but I don't exactly need to take someone's life to get one." He grabbed a book that flew by, opening it up. His face changed to an "Oops" expression as he took a pen out of his coat pocket and scribbled over whatever was written before writing back in it, and letting it go, the book flying to a different room then at first. "Fate almost made a nasty booboo." He said to himself, looking back at her with a little more pleasant expression than before, having calmed down from his out burst.

Death gave a shrug. "He'll probably move on. Of course he'll mourn for maybe a year or so, and will always keep you in his heart, but he'd probably handle your death a lot better than you handling his. I'm assuming from the fact that you begged to switch places." He explained, ducking from an oncoming book, that didn't really care if it was in anyone's way or not. He gave a light chuckle. "Julie Burnette. A fire cracker as always." He said to himself before turning back to Sofia. "And you are the first person. Well, at least the first person who meant it. So far. You're both still in the hospital. There's still time to take it back." He walked further down the hallway, hoping she'd follow. "As for fate, I believe it is fate that I took you instead. I haven't gotten in trouble for it yet." He sighed at her last question. She asks a lot of questions. But it is a lot to take in. "I never said you couldn't touch them. That would be useless, no?" He asked, walking further down the hall.