<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Only the interruption of the Reaper prevented Vivienne's facade from cracking completely. As it was, the interjection prevented a carefully bright expression from turning into one of flaming hatred, and instead one of mild amusement. <span style="font-style: italic">Calm down, Mattie,</span> she thought at him. <span style="font-style: italic">You don't want our cargo to hear you losing your debatable control of yourself.</span> She was mocking him; by now she knew no other way to address him. Still, there was a faint note of concern hidden in the spite. She had witnessed the loss of control once. She had no desire to do so again.<br/><br/>L, the Reaper, maintained their focus on Mathias, but to Vivienne's delight, took the time to whisper a faint <span style="font-style: italic">"Bonjour, mademoiselle. Always a pleasure to see you,"</span> at her. Her smile widened just a hair in response, as her face was still clearly visible to Oliver, and no matter how impossibly naïve the individual seemed to be, she did not want to risk coming across as a weirdo hearing voices when none were speaking. She settled for half a glance backwards at her boss and the black wisps in the periphery of her vision. "Are you coming? I fully expect you to pay for all our milkshakes!" She spoke loudly in a sing-song tone, keeping the mood light. Even if Oliver could not actually see the Reapers, it was not uncommon for Mortals to feel a little instinctively uneasy around them. They were so fortunate he was so dumb and easy to distract.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>"Language, bro. This man just died. I know they can't hear you, but you might wanna tone it down a bit, yeah?"<br/><br/>Asher - tall, bald, and with his usual bored expression - had taken the chance to address the fallen angel directly when the police officer had returned to his car for a moment. He didn't know why, didn't much care, except that it was a golden opportunity to talk to another angel. If he was honest with himself, he missed it sometimes. Humans were shit. Earth was shit. The only reason he was here was because Heaven was shittier and he had no desire to go to Hell. The students at the school where he worked as a janitor told him that sometimes. It always made him feel a mixture of amusement and sadness for the kind of people who taught children to speak like that.<br/><br/>Folding his arms and leaning against a red brick wall, he jerked his head in the direction of the corpse. "Sticking around to help them wipe up, or feeling guilty?" The corners of his mouth turned even more South than usual as he turned his back to Trent, the corpse, the police, crossed his chest and disappeared down the alleyway he came from. His wanderings around the city never achieved anything, and every death of a vagrant only made him more bitter. Guns. Who the fuck thought those things were a good idea?<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>It was a dream come true. Stewart uttering the words "private", "flat", and "empty" and directing them at her was something Charlie had only imagined in the shower on occasion. She could feel her resolve melt away. God, he smelled good. It was a little weird that he was preventing her from shutting her door, but he must really have wanted to talk to her. She had the sudden, pleasant realization that she was somehow important to this black, British Adonis.<br/><br/>"Okay," she said breathlessly as she opened the door and took a step out in the hallway. "I'll be right back, Lewis." Apparently, not wearing pants didn't matter so much anymore. In the back of her mind, a little voice congratulated her on having picked out matching underwear for once. That voice was quickly silenced as Stewart smiled at her again and held out his hand for her to take, accompanying it with half a gentlemanly bow. She took it without hesitation, completely mesmerized. "Be right back..." She mumbled as Stewart began leading her upstairs, completely missing him turning around and smirking at Lewis as they ascended.</div></div>