06. Don't You Dare to Kiss My Girl

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The familiar white room, the absence of clothes and the displeased face of Big Jim. Exuding colorful curses, a naked shinigami walks out the door leading to the waiting area.

"Welcome! Please take the num..." the smile fades from the face of the worker in the light blue suit. "Ahh... it's you again... shinigami."

They look at each other with the eyes of a dead fish. The worker silently holds out a number. Jim silently takes it. Drift apart.

A big shinigami looks around for pals in the hall... Nobody.

"What the hell, they should have been here before me. Could it be..?"

Big Jim returns to the endless row of doors he came out of. Finds his own, enters the next one. There sees...

Helicopter, helicopter...

"What are you doing?" shouts Jim.

"Hey, Jim. Look," Jalapeño circles around in a naked dance. The cloud is spinning clockwise around his...

"You idiot, let's go!"

Jalapeño comes out after the shinigami who is cracking his neck.

"Where is your brother?"

"I don't know."

Jim goes to the next door, opens it. Helicopter, helicopter...

"You are definitely brothers."

* * *

"What was that?" Olivia worries.

"I don't know," Rose too.

"Was it really a spirit? I'm scared, honey," Olivia hugs Jules.

"Don't be scared. It's gotta be a trick. There must have been some kind of air fans there," Rose tries to calm down her friend, knowing for sure that there were no fans there.

"Yeah, right, I think so too," Naz joins the topic, "definitely fans, I noticed them from the very beginning..."

"Why didn't you say?!" Olivia offends.

"If I would say then the whole vibe would have been ruined. Hey, wasn't it fun?"

"Come on, Bunny. Everything is fine now," Jules reassures Olivia.

"Yes, but..." Olivia looks at Jules, "if there was no spirit, then twenty-nine doesn't count, right? Mon Amour?"

Jules smiles, not knowing what to say. He exchanges glances with Naz. Help me dude!

"So," Naz saves him, "I heard you girls wanted to fly today. Skydive is closed. But I know another cool place."

* * *

The ruins of the times, floating over the blinding clouds, were the home of the ever-wandering shinigami in white. But now he sat on his throne, studying the case of the troubled Garçon de mort.

"What is your command?" asks the shinigami woman in gray.

The one, whom everyone is afraid, sighs, puts a folder with the number L15V5 next to him, and asks:

"And what should we do according to the protocol?"

"Bouchers," the girl replies.

"Oh, they... Well, okay. Send the liquidators."

"Yes, sir. And one more thing..."

"...?"

"He got rid of the weapon. This will make harder to find him."

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