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Eight Reel: Back to Normal? [Voice]

[It's obvious that someone is recording, as there's background noise. The wind, mostly, as it whips around. After a few moments of this, a voice breaks the silence.]

...I think I missed my own birthday.

[Grell sounds weary, and who wouldn't after transforming between being a harpy and herself for almost two weeks.]

And everything tastes like fish.

[What a weird two weeks...]

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[In less than a few moments later, "Red" receives a text from a certain annoying space alien with a penchant for destruction.]

Oi~! Fishies aren't so bad if fried. (´・ω・`) ☆ Happy♪ヾ|*ﾟ∀ﾟ*|ﾉ” Birthday♪ , loser~!!

[THIS WEIRDO!!!]

Thank you, Mulberry.|

[Yeah, you know who is bad at checking the network posts? This guy. His only excuse is that he is super busy, and perhaps he is, but another reason? He's not sure how to respond.]

"I didn't know reapers have a birthday. Isn't birthdays suppose to be a celebration of life? I find that quite an irony for someone of your profession. Either way, a happy belated birthday to you, Ms.Grell. I meant that in earnest, and not in discourtesy.

PS: If you would like a present, Funtom Corportion does have gift cards that is redeemable for yourself or for your friends, if you care to have a few."

[...this isn't what she wanted others to know about her, so she takes the liberty of privetizing his initial text to their eyes only and responds to him through a secure connection.]

Everyone needs something to celebrate. Being a gift to the world is certainly cause for it. And that is Mrs. Grell, but your well wishes are most accepted. Thank you.

What could such a company offer me? I'm not into candy.|

[Oh...? Mrs...Grell...? The demon blinked at the message and found this quite an astonishment. A surprising discovery.]

Ah, my apologies. I stand corrected. With all due respect, Mrs. Grell.

[At least Sebastian is polite and trying to be respectful, being a butler to the core...and Masterless for the time being.]

Sadly, candy and sweet pastries is on the menu at this time. I'll try to expand and even out eventually.

[Him being polite is still new to her, but she isn't unhappy with it.]

What sort of sweet pastries?|

[She's a sucker for them...

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[Well, she's a Mrs, so it's all moot now, and from then and there, he sensed she is somewhat different than the Grell he knows in his timeline. While it's confusing to be sure and he's curious to ask, the demon decide to stay neutral and don't ask much questions. It is as it is, and just accept. After all, it wasn't his...style to ask the death reaper much questions unless a mission is involved, but those type of missions are at best back home in his home world.]

As of now? Tarts. The type where I would put fresh fruits in it.

[A shame, since she likes talking about herself. She's definitely not like the reaper he met all those years ago (years for her, at least). The stories she could tell.]

Are they ready now, by any chance?|

[He'll be curious to hear, given time. Until then...]

If you would like one, come by and pick one up. It's on the house. The company is in Nova City. It's rather small, the size of a cupcake, but then again, it was meant for a child's hands. We're a company aiming please to children after all.

I have to watch my figure anyway, so that works.

Where exactly are you?|

[For Grell, Sebastian found her pretty easy going, as he noticed her manner of speech isn't flowery or flattering as he remembered.

The demon found her...strange. But then again, all reapers are strange as he's demon kind. But he appreciates it's all neutral and anyways, there isn't a soul in Genessia that is good or interesting enough for him to eat.]

In Everglade, at the mansion. I'm tending to my garden at the moment. It's a subarch, so you'll need a pendant on hand with you.

[Time can make one change, as well as world hopping.]

I'll come prepared.|

[It doesn't take long for her to arrive, dressed in her usual outfit when she works at After Life. She couldn't be bothered to find something else, plus she had a shift there later, so might as well wear her work uniform. The mansion isn't hard to find. It's just as she remembered it Green eyes take in the scenery, finding it a bit surreal that a piece of her world is here.

Eventually she gets to the garden and finds Sebastian there, but is still a bit mesmerized at how the mansion just...here.]

It's still just as dreary. [A hand is placed on her hip as she looks to him tending a garden.] Why bother?

[Fair enough, this is the demon's first world hopping. Well, Earth is the first. Hell is zero.

Probably comforting to find a piece of her original home world stationed here, in the world of Genessia. Even if it's an illusion, it looks seemingly real with the surrounding forests too.

Just mind the stray cats that wander all over the yards, both front and back.]

Hello Grell. [The demon greeted her, polite and casual. And noticed her attire matches the fashion of the people in Nova City. He's used to it, because he works in Nova City too.] You mean, the entire estate? I beg to differ, as my feline companions actually makes things cheery.

[Ah Grell is here for a birthday cake and tea, isn't she?]

If you give me a few moments, as I'm trimming the dead flowers here. [Winter is coming.] I'll make you a birthday tart with tea, if you like.

[It's noted that Sebastian...is very, very slow with his tasks, as he's usually nimble and quick with his butlership. But ah, that's his sacrifice for the subarch.]

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