dead.

"She’s a successful black woman with her own TV network, why wouldn’t you want to be her?”

"You don't strike me as the Oprah watching type."

"Just to clear things up - I don’t want to be a woman. I mean, surely I’d be jealous of someone wortwhile then like you or…Oprah.”

"Like Oprah?"

"Okay, your turn."

"Ohmygod."

"Everything, do you see my problem?"

"D'ya wanna be a girl? Is that what this is?"

"So…what do you think? Because I’m clueless."

"About your jealousy? I dunno. What d'ya hate most about her?"

"Thanks for your input."

      “You look like a girl in a magazine, you know.” The younger feels so very plain in her pale pink tee and shorts.

      "One of the old ones, yeah?" She's used to people making fun of her dress sense by now.

      “—Now I really want cheese toasties. And pizza.” Always pizza.

     "You have pizza."

     He was being facetious, he hoped she understood that. “Yeah, I bet, coming from a girl.” He teased with a little chuckle off his lips. “Sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself; I’m Fr—..Fred.” It was better to just get used to his new name, his new life.

      "You don't sound one hundred percent sure about that." She'd have changed her name by now if she wasn't so used to her one. She'd probably start calling herself Vivian and by the end of the week completely forget about it.

      “—” Gasping. “Fookin’ 'ell, woman! You’re—you’re proper insane.” A pause. “I like it.”

       Must. Resist urge. To giggle. "I'm glad? Thank you? I-- sure."

           ”Is there something I can help you with?”

     "Looking for an A. Argent. You seen 'em?"

    “hey, it takes hard work to look this bad.” He referenced to his white washed jeans, ragged converse, and old beaten sweatshirt. “You gotta be real lazy, and not want to go shopping.”

   "Shopping's fun." She shops in charity shops, usually, and rocks a lot of denim. She'd be okay with his shoes and jumper, but those jeans? Really?

      “…… Not even on cheese toasties?” What the hell is wrong with this woman?

   "Especially not on cheese toasties."

“I don’t know! That’s the irritating thing!”

"Well, shit."

"Wot?" Replied the other reaper as he fidgeted. "What I do?"

"Got dressed in the dark, apparently." She's wearing trainers with a skirt, she really shouldn't be judging.

      "PAY — ATTENTION — TO — ME!" Shouted the creature in its loudest and most needy form. 

          Well now she is.