Someone looks like he needs his coffee before the show starts.
“I’m not going back there again.” A cup of coffee settles down in front of him; green nails click on the edge of his desk. “I’m pretty sure someone tried to steal my kidney.”
“Again?” He lets out a heavy sigh, wondering just what in the world they wanted kidneys for. He then took the cup of coffee and offered a small nod of thanks.
If you are ever unsure of how to crossover with me make your character a new intern. Cecil needs interns that he can’t just kill like every ten seconds. He has a problem and all his interns die.
“Excuse me.” Slowly raising an eyebrow towards none other than the Grim Reaper himself, the man folded his hands neatly in his lap. “You might want to, you know, be careful with that.” He motioned towards his scythe casually. “We just got the walls repainted.”
“Don’t worry,” skeletal fingers tighten their grip on the scythe and he draws it in closer, angling it so the repainted walls aren’t in any immediate danger of being ruined. “It only cuts what I want it too. Like human souls, for example.”
“Really? Well that’s certainly a relief!” His expression brightened. “You would not believe how hard it was to coax all of those painters out from in their caves. It took forever. Forever.” He let out a dramatic sigh.
