Texting~!

[dead_serious]

Technology in the reaper realm always advanced much quicker than in the mortal world. How that was possible wasn't made quite clear, but every employee would have to agree that it made the job far more tolerable and almost manageable. Before they knew it, fancy new machines were showing up in their cubicles and offices. Large ones that could transfer writing from one sheet to countless others. An extremely convenient electronic typewriter that made the organization of files far more streamlined. And now, their newest administered device which allowed them to communicate between departments and even branches without having to travel. They called it a 'cellular phone.'

( This shall be a catch all post for any random text exchanges between characters! )

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[dead_serious]

Sweeping someone off their feet. In a romantic sense, that is.

[untodeath]

Oh, come now.
Have you ever tried?

[dead_serious]

No.

[untodeath]

How would you possibly know, then?

[dead_serious]

Fair enough.
Did dragging you away by your hair not do anything for you?

[untodeath]

Don't ask me questions that you don't want the answer to, darling.

[dead_serious]

Fine, then. It is your turn to ask me something.

[untodeath]

I'd like to hear your answer to the same question, actually!
Regarding untold truths, and all that.
Although, you are more than welcome to address both topics, should you wish.
I've often wondered if it's as good for you, as it is for me. 😏

[dead_serious]

[ For now, he ignores that last bit. ]

Had you never wondered why management allowed you back into Collections after all that?

[untodeath]

Well, of course.
I know they're desperate for coverage and all that, but I always thought they'd be just as content to let everyone suffer the overtime.

[dead_serious]

[ She should be able to hear him huffing, despite this not being a call! ]

They certainly were for the three years you were gone.
However, it also took me that long to convince them.
They were set on fully demoting you, should you come along quietly. Terminating you if you refused.

[untodeath]

No... Did you really!
How did you manage such a thing?

[dead_serious]

A lot of negotiation.
I made my argument on how you are the best agent we have for field work.
They agreed, but made it clear that it is now entirely my responsibility to keep you from running off again and causing unscheduled deaths.
The majority of the negative marks on your reports were placed onto mine, instead, and I took a decent cut in pay, as well.

[untodeath]

[ There's silence, as Grell rereads his texts, and again, after that. ]

I don't understand.
Why would you do that?

[dead_serious]

It is my fault you ran off, after all. Both as your boss and, now knowing for certain, my lack of reciprocation of your feelings.
I also knew there was no change of you coming back quietly. As much of a headache as you are, I did not want you terminated.

[untodeath]

So, you suffer on my behalf, and further punish yourself for it.
Were I in your position, I would have taken the termination upon myself.

I can't say that I understand it.
But I am grateful.

[dead_serious]

You realise by terminated I mean they would erase you from this afterlife. Not simply fired, per se.
A cut in pay is far preferable, in my opinion.

[untodeath]

Yes, I know what that means! 😤
I am saying that I'm shocked you didn't wish to terminate me yourself, as I would have.

[dead_serious]

Ah, I thought you meant if I was the one to go rouge.
Odd to think of myself doing so.
But I have no desire to have you gone from this world. We are friends, after all.

[untodeath]

Well, friend, if you should ever go rogue, you can expect me to follow.

[dead_serious]

I have zero doubt.

[untodeath]

As you should!
I'd never last without you, anyway. 😏

[dead_serious]

I am not going anywhere, so you're stuck here, as well.

[untodeath]

Ugh.
Correction, I'm stuck here, while you're on holiday!

[dead_serious]

I am on a business trip, not holiday.