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Chartreuse eyes fluttered open, a yawn left the red reaper’s lips as her vision adjusted to the light of morning. Reluctantly, she had allowed Ronald to convince her of throwing a party in her apartment, the man telling her would have been a simple get together while his own house was, in his words, “unfit for guests.” Yeah, right. Half the Reaper Realm showed up, much to Grell’s displeasure when she arrived home after having spent the entire day trying to catch up with work. She did not even last long, having fallen asleep on her couch just an hour in, exhaustion winning her over.

These death gods seemed to swoop around him like flies to a corpse, but the facetious demon was always too quick to remind them that the only desirable body had not yet been dropped six feet under.

He browsed the aisles casually until he reached the section in the back corner that held some rather bawdy titles. He plucked a book off of a shelf and thumbed through it, head cocked to the side in curiosity.

Soon after, he sensed another browsing the shelves near him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a crisp suit and immediately lost interest. No doubt another bloke with a depraved mind like him...

...And then a faint sweet fragrance reached his nostrils. He glanced up in curiosity and became slack-jawed at the sight of the person wearing the suit.

“P-p-pretty lady!” he squeaked in shock, now making an effort to hide the raunchy title he had been openly gawking at. His shoulder bumped the shelf, causing several more risque covers to come raining down on him with several loud thumps.