William T. Spears

Adjusting my glasses at your incompetence since time unknown.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

Ten years is just a drop in the ocean. I suppose I should nonetheless thank you for sticking with me all this time.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Lovely__Lizzy His death scythe launches forward, slowing down just before hitting the wall. It then slowly nudges the closet door open. "The hangers are inside," he responds, glancing over at his dark, dusty living room where a plush sofa sat, covered in garish pillows. "You may have a seat."

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

Why?

A useless question, really. The sort of thing a child repeats endlessly until shushed by their parent. Why do anything? Because you must. Plain and simple. A supervisor provides you with a task – you complete it. A body requires sustenance to function – you feed it. Why

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Lovely__Lizzy dirty dishes from the night before properly in his sink. The crisp air from the outdoors likely masked some of the tobacco stench in the place. There was nothing he could do about the level of dust on every surface. He held onto his scythe and stood in the kitchen awkwardly.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Lovely__Lizzy William clucked his tongue in annoyance. "Very well, you may enter to keep warm. Allow me a few moments to tidy up."

He opened the door fully and stepped away, allowing his former assistant some room. Afterwards, he made a beeline to the kitchen to begin stacking-

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Lovely__Lizzy doorstep. I'm afraid that the apartment is not in an appropriate state to host visitors." The supervisor was suddenly regretting having lost his mind to shadows of the past. If only he could accurately recall Lizzy and his' earlier conversation.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Lovely__Lizzy "Elizabeth Middleford," William mumbled to himself before unlocking and opening the door. And indeed the small reaper wasn't lying about having brought things with her. William adjusted his glasses before clearing his throat. "I certainly did not expect you to appear on my-

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Lovely__Lizzy The knock on the door jolts him out of his deep thoughts and he lifts his head from the comfort of the headrest. William approaches the door slowly, uneasy without his scythe. "Identify yourself."

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

Safe in his flat, he began to run through what he should have done, the words he should have said. Memories flashed before his eyes. A cinematic record presenting a grayscale life with splashes of red that all too quickly faded away.

Why?
He knew.

It was too late now.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

switched on the radio and leaned back in his chair. The reaper ignored the broadcast for the most part, using it as background noise to hopefully slip into a quick nap.

When the announcer mentioned the day’s date, bright yellow-green eyes opened in an instant.

“Honestly.”

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Bloody_RedLady Get dressed. Immediately. This is the last time I ask.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

I am never surprised when that reaper is late to return after a mission at the Phantomhive manor. To be this late, however, is excessive. Tch.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Bloody_RedLady -taps the floor impatiently with his scythe- You were sent out to collect souls and you have returned with lingerie? How unprofessional of you. Go get changed immediately.

[William T. Spears @sternsupervisor]

@Bloody_RedLady Hm. There you are. An hour and forty-three minutes late. Honestly.