"Did she just flirt with him to get him out of the room?" Death asked as Dust and Blue walked out, "That's smart... I'll give her that."

"What?" Geno asked, looking over with a confused glance, "What do you mean?"

"She obviously gave him a task that would take too long by using his ego to her advantage to get him away from Blue so she could assign him the partner," Death said, looking swiftly at Geno, "And she played her innocent look to even further the effect, not to mention the fact she's a female, she used this to her advantage."

"Why are you studying her like that?" Geno asked, confusion heard with his voice.

"If she's able to manipulate a guy who looks like he came out of an emo film in a short amount of time," Death said, "She's not new to the game, is what that means. So, I'm interested on how she rolls."

"You're confusing me."

"Just follow me."

"Heya," Death said, floating up to Bubbly with his signature smirk, "Tell me about that little stunt you just pulled."

"Hm?" She asked, turning to face him, "Stunt?"

"I think she's clueless," Geno muttered to Death, pondering how he even got dragged into this by his new coworker he didn't even know the name to.

"Me too," Death muttered back before smiling at Bubbly, "Actually, you're a pretty girl, Captian."

"Oh," Bubbly said, "Thank you! I'll just be right back."

She jumped backwards onto a bubble as big as her body. However, instead of sinking through it, or popping it, she sat on it as if it was a normal seat. And with that, it lifted into the air and floated over the edge if the ship.

Bubbly hovered a few inches above the ocean before she whipped out her phone, frantically typing in a number before pressing it against her ear.

"Purple, I need your help! Now!" Bubbly hissed, swinging her legs back and forth.

"Bubbly, it's been awhile, probably because we've both had to focus on our jobs," A tired voice said, "How's life-"

"No time for talk!" Bubbly quickly interrupted, "There's a bunch of new ships that need to happen and I need your amazing guidance!"

Purple_Fluffball's smile could be heard as she said, "Once a shipper, always a shipper, huh? Shoot, what's the problem?"

"One of the two called me cute."

A spat could be heard over the phone as her old leader spit out her drink, coughing afterwards.

"That's a red flag, that means you can't directly interfere with them at all. He'll get distracted by you, and mess up everything. But that happened once, with one of our cult members when you weren't a part of the club yet. It was a giant mess, we almost lost the ship."

"What did you do?"

"It's one of the worst situations a shipper can be inside of. You can't turn them down directly, they might snap at the other shippie. Of course, they might use them as a rebound, but they'd most likely try and use the other instead of actually loving them, it isn't good, either. And if you accept, that's obviously a bad idea. You can't avoid him, either, because he won't know your answer."

"Then what do I do?" Bubbly panicked.

"Um," The other female on the line thought for a moment, "Do you have any boyfriends that you could use to show him you're not available?"

"Pft, no," Bubbly said, "Single forever."

"That's how we roll," Purple_Fluffball giggled, "Oh, aren't you with Ink and his employees today? How's he doing?"

"He's fine, I guess, but you'll see him later, focus! What should I do?"

"I guess you should probably just claim you have a boyfriend and leave it at that."

"Thanks, gatta go, bye!" She said, clicking the phone closed with a quick goodbye.

She swiftly floated back up over the edge and pointed at Death, "My boyfriend says he'll beat you up if you do that again."

Death shrugged, "Alrighty then, I can flirt with this cutie then," He said, pointing at Geno.

"What?" Geno practically shrieked, his face brightening with a red blush.

"Death and Geno, take your slip and go!" Bubbly quickly said, shoving it into Geno's hand and then shoving him against Death's chest, "I have much to do and not enough time! Chip chop chip!"

"Well, you heard what she said," Death chuckled, wrapping his arms around Geno and lifting him up bridal style.

"Wait wh-AAAAAA!" Geno screamed as Death floated off quiet fast with him still in his arms.

"Slow down lunatic!" Geno yelped, grabbing onto Death's cloak to keep himself stable, "Don't go so fast!"

"That's what she said," Death chuckled.

"Oh my God!" Geno said, crossing his arms, "I can't believe you just made that kinda joke!"

"I think I just did," Death said, looking down at Geno, "And you know you liked it."

"I did not!"

"Did too."

"Screw you!"

"You didn't deny it that time~"

"I hate you already and I don't even know your name. Being social sucks!"

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in a small art studio a few miles away from the Office, sketching a small picture of two men kissing each other. She was well known artist that drew couple pictures of couples, and would sell it to them. She was very good at her job.

She was tall and lean, with a dark purple short sleeved shirt and a dark blue pair of skinny jeans. She was also wearing a black cloak with two golden clips clipped to a chain across her chest, with a purple Fluffball keychain hanging limp from the chain. She had short purple hair that went down to her shoulders which got darker to the tips of her hair. The females observant blue eyes looked from the picture she was drawing to her phone, which had an end call on it.

"I'm done, thank you for coming here," She said, standing up and holding out the drawing to the couple sitting in front of her.

"Thank you!" The shorter male on the left said, both of them rushing out after they gave the artist her money.

She watched them rush out of the cute little store with the ringing of the bell as the door opened and closed.

"Shipping, you say..." She mumbled, glancing over at the dead phone,

"Maybe I should get out of retirement..."

~~~~~~

"How long are you going to carry me?"

"Forever would be preferable."

Death had slowed down to a reasonable pace, floating down the hallways randomly. He hadn't even looked at the slip yet, instead he and a little goal in mind.

See how far he could push the male with his flirting.

"Put me down," Geno whined.

"Let me think, nope!" Death said.

Geno huffed and rolled his eye, kicking his feet slightly before he noticed the slip in his hand. He started to unfold it, but Death quickly snatched it from his hands, not even letting Geno read it for himself.

"It says a virgin," Death said.

"Oh my gosh, no it doesn't!" Geno said.

"Yes it does."

"No, it doesn't."

"Are you a virgin?"

"That's personal and it doesn't say that!"

"No, it doesn't. It says a window."

"What?"

"A window," Death repeated firmly.

"Well, there's one right there," Geno said, pointing at a window in the wall.

"So there is," Death spoke, smirking.

Suddenly, he tossed Geno over his shoulder, ignorong Geno's yells of anger as he pounded against his back. Death floated over to the window and brought out a reaper scythe from under his cloak, lining it up with the wall.

"Here we go~" He sang, raising the scythe into the air, which Geno protested to.

Slice

Slice

Slice

Slice

In a flash, he had cut 4 lines into the wall, forming a square shape around the single window. It stood there for a moment before gravity kicked in, the window falling to the carpet, luckily, without even cracking.

"Got the window~" Death chuckled, holding Geno still over one shoulder and pressing the window under his other arm, slipping the scythe back into the darkness of his cloak.

"Put me down guy!" Geno yelled, his voice muffled by the cloak his face was pressed against.

"Names Death, by the way~" Death chuckled, "Don't scream it too loud."

"You're a perv!"

"Only for cute guys like yourself."