The little death frowned, nodding. Death was inevitable, that's how it always would be. This was deep, even for an immortal being created exclusively for dealing death. She shrugged, raising an eyebrow, and turned the hose toward her fellow maid, putting a thumb over the hole so the spray would fan into a wide blast, creating rainbows in the artificial light, her face changing quickly from uncomfortable introspection to a wicked grin as she sprayed the serious girl.<br/>