'Tsk, and here I thought he was up to some mighty revelation,' Ryuk thought disappointedly.
"And how did your job as a book arranger go?" he asked, making sure to emphasize the 'book arranger' part.
Old Jack shrugged. "Easy, at least."
Ryuk paused, expecting more, but all he got was Old Jack's blank expression.
"Sounds cool," he eventually said with a shrug, diving into his food.
A bit of surprise flickered through Old Jack's eyes, followed by a smile Ryuk didn't fail to notice.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"What the—what do you mean what's wrong? I can't smile anymore?" Old Jack said, watching the young man grin.
"I don't know the soft-smiling Old Jack. I remember the grinning one, though," Ryuk said, watching as the grin returned full force.
"You never fail to amuse me, bloody mutt," Jack said—and in the next instant…
BAAAANG!
The dining table shook heavily, jumping into the air.
"Hey!" Ryuk shouted, gripping his plate, scared it would fall to the ground—but it didn't.
