Ita Bag Shrine For The Silly.....

ita bag shrine for the silly.....

Quinn also walked up to Brad’s desk, setting their papers down. They gave Brad a nervous smile.

“H-hey Brad! Yeah, there’s a party! It’s going to be the best party ever!” Quinn said, confidence growing as they spoke.

Although their Boss was irritated with Brad, just having him near Quinn gave them the strength they needed to stop their stuttering.

Death exited his office. Harriet had already crashed by earlier to congratulate the anniversary and mention that the decorating was going good.

He took the elevator, making some conversation with Jocelyn as he headed for the hall of eternity. Where the celebration was being held.

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As Death walked along, Patrick waved to him with a smile.

Patrick was at his regular spot, on the computer. He had some extra papers on his desk, however, which were quickly picked up by another who had suddenly rushed over.

Quinn grabbed the papers, not noticing Death, since the stack was particularly large and heavy.

Death exited his office. Harriet had already crashed by earlier to congratulate the anniversary and mention that the decorating was going good.

He took the elevator, making some conversation with Jocelyn as he headed for the hall of eternity. Where the celebration was being held.

“I don’t think so…Pump Quinn?” Orville looked to Quinn, making sure he hadn’t forgotten about anything.

“Hm…no, I think we’re good!” Quinn stated confidently with a smile. They gave Orville a high-five, then turned to Death, a bit shyly.

“Also, um…y-you have a nice laugh! You don’t laugh often, and um, you should do it more!”

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.