“ Now my dear, I still have my work to fulfill, you caught me quite in an inconvenient moment, you see~--- ” Oh, but only for the little Shinigami would the play such carefully conduct be lifted on the sidelines of staging funeral cortege. Regarding the attentive youth with even much more watchful eyes, with just a few words to hush and lapse into silence whichever word of protest there may be uttered. Enough time to be had between the both of them ( the mortician would make sure of that ), for idle banter and entertaining conversation that - once more, without any doubt - would turn into astute little fight.
Not now, not quite yet. Himself to have to pay attention that littlest longer to the lingering mass of would-be honesty behind his back such wistfully staring towards remains long lowered into the ground. Oh, how they played ( frankly, not all of them ), and how the gravedigger found relish in having a new bystander, one that is likely not to be witnessed and his own deft movements brushing past the girl and towards wildly blooming gorgeousness of encompassing flowers besides her form, would leave no doubt of it remaining unknown.
“ ---Be free to watch, tell me just later, how many of those are truthful in their mourning, and make sure to keep an eye on each and every single one. See it as a little test, a little game--- ” Hushed words, naught but higher than a whisper. “ ---I am quite curious about how much you will see. ” And turning with such blooming arrangement back to those waiting at the final resting place.
