It’s been only twenty-three days since Stork quit his job, and there had already been 245 stillbirths and 31 sudden infant death syndromes.

Of course such a thing wouldn’t go unnoticed, but no matter how much everyone desperately sought his whereabouts, no one thought to check a zoo. Specifically a koala exhibit, where he and Grim Reaper just arrived at.

Stork gasped so deeply it sounded like he was choking. “Oh my god they’re so fucking cute!” He yelled.

Grim smirked and took a picture. “Chill, chill. You’ll scare them.” He teased.

A human walked through him as he said this, but he paid them no mind, already used to his presence being unbeknownst. He didn’t really deal with humans anymore. After all, they didn’t deal with him either—not after they discovered methods of immortality.

Grim Reaper was more focused on the doe-eyed koalas and their fluffy grey fur. Their noses looked so boop-able, and so real. They were actual, real-life koalas. It was always so astounding how everything on earth could feel so real.

Interrupting his thoughts was a sudden clamour, a door busting open. He and Stork whipped their heads to see what the commotion was. “Breathe, breathe! You’re doing great, darling!” A man said in a panicked reassurance as he guided his pregnant wife towards the exit of the zoo.

When she passed by Stork and Grim, they both had the urge to do their jobs. It was second nature to them.

However, neither of them budged. It was her time, Grim could tell, but he couldn’t take her. Nor did he want to. He quit his job too, after all, and humanity was probably all the better for it.

He couldn’t help but glance at Stork though. His feathered friend was so apathetic that his attention was already directed back to the koalas.

“…Hey, you could help them out, y’know?” Grim reluctantly suggested.

Stork glanced back at him with a playful scoff. “And go back to being overworked? No thank you.” He meant it as a jest, but an accidental, defensive tone slipped out at the end.

“It’s just one more job.” Grim Reaper lightly urged with an uncertain, yet encouraging smile. “Who’s being the lazy ass now, huh?” He then added to poke fun at him.

“Eh… I don’t really care about them all that much anymore.” Stork revealed with a grimace smile. “They’re so concerned with living forever, immortalizing their memory, that they’re hardly even alive anymore. So why give life to a race that’s barely alive? It’s like they’re not even real.”

Grim could only stare. He opened his mouth to reply, but his words fell short in his bony throat, and he turned to face the koalas instead. “Yeah.” Was all he said in response, dropping the conversation topic.

But when Grim Reaper glanced at his friend one final time, he couldn’t help but think of how his scythe might fit more comfortably in Stork’s grasp instead.