Love-e-matic Record

A man dressed in a fitting black suit with black, square-rimmed glasses and slicked-back black hair walked into the library of cinematic records. He walked fast and upright, not stopping until he came to a certain table in the corner of the room.

Coming from the table, or rather the person sitting at it, were rather loud snores. The sleeper was none other than the redheaded reaper Grell Sutcliff, sprawled over books and paperwork, and drooling rather unsightly. The man, a reaper himself, took out his scythe and pinched the redhead on the nose.

"OWWWCH!"

"Well, I don't recall my assignment to you having anything to do with sleep. If you have so much time to doze off, Sutcliff, you might be able to fill your shift with bit more work, perhaps?"

Grell looked up at his boss, William T Spears, as the raven-haired man pushed up his glasses, using only the tip of his death scythe. Even though he was mad at William for disrupting some much-needed beauty sleep, he didn't want any more work. He had tons of work already and got to see his Sebas-chan rarely enough without any more piled onto him.

"Will darling! What a nice surprise! It's a beautiful day out, ne? Why spend it working? Say, let's go to the park today- a great boss like you deserves a break every once in a while, ne-"

William cut him off sharply. "Sutcliff, believe me, working is the very last thing I would like to do today. Unfortunately, SOMEONE decided to go on a killing spree, eliminating innocent ladies not yet on the To Die list-"

"Innocent? Those bitches didn't deserve to live! Why, they had babies, and you know how touchy I am about that-"

"Frankly, I don't care. Because of you, I've had overtime for weeks. Consider your 3 extra assignments tonight a gift and remind yourself how lenient your boss is in situations that you should have been fired. Ne?"

Before Grell could defend himself further, 3 names were scrawled on his To Die list. He had just dug himself into a deep, deep hole.