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Death had rode over with Will on horseback to The Castle Of Bones. There was the sleigh, but no Hogfather. "The situation is getting worse." he muttered.

“Obviously.” Will grumbled.

"The hat suits you."

“It does not.” Will scowled.

"Well, I suppose we should start. Ho ho ho."

“That phrase suits you.” Will snickered.

"Does it?"

“Yep.”

"Oh. Ho ho ho then."

Will cracked up. “It fits very well with your aesthetic.” Will managed to say before laughing again.

"Well, I'm still unsure about the cushion. I'm not used to having a big fat stomach. Or having a stomach at all." Death said, looking downwards.

“It makes you look more… human.” Will said calmly, after he stopped laughing.

"Oh. Well, I suppose it does give a more…. round….. aspect."

“You’re funny, Sir.”

"Am I?"

“Yep.” Will nodded.

"Oh. I don't think one in my profession should be funny. It's a very serious job."

“Well you’re technically not working right now. Wait which job are you talking about?”

"Oh. The job I normally do." Death said absentmindedly.

“Well you’re not working right for that job right now. Right now you’re a jolly old mortal looking man.”

"Yes. I suppose so." Death said. He had even prepared a Hogfather's suit for the task. It still felt strange.

“So what’s the Hogfather’s job?”

"To deliver presents to children everywhere. Difficult. But doable."

“How does that even work?”

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