[ F.X.D.] Sketches on the Discworld universe. Pratchett Terry "Discworld". Overlord. (crossover).

- Dad... - - THERE WAS A PROBLEM WITH SOME CLIENTS... - Who is this? - Susan's devilish calm and voice like a quiet wind are mesmerizing... -... RINSWIND... - Hearing this name, we can already roughly imagine what happened. Any problem or mistake or trouble associated with Death can be explained with one single word - the name. And in other situations, when the world is facing the end of the world - “AUDITORS”. - And it so happened that you ended up next to my house?... - -YES... - Death answered a little embarrassed... Susan didn't know what to think anymore, she just looked at her grandfather. This miracle in feathers, in the literal sense of the word, came to her house... He stood in the corridor, as if the star was trying to attract feathers to himself, and everything that was on him. And the bald head, like a crown, was crowned with a ball of feathers. What to do in such a situation? Stomp your feet, swear and scold your old man in full? Well, you know, she can do this anytime and anywhere... - SORRY FOR DISTURBING... I'LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW. She is already aware of the character of his granddaughter, and he clearly will not be welcome here. Susan snorted loudly and covered her mouth with her hand. Scolding Death in this situation is the same as scolding a child who was attacked by roosters. -How? - It’s rare that someone manages to ask questions using one word and not write down an entire essay. (What am I talking about?... ) From the very beginning, something knocked heavily on her door and, perhaps, this situation would not have happened... But Susan, obeying her instinct, decisively opened the door... - DIDN’T CALCULATE... Susan shook a ball of feathers from his head, he even tilted his head for this... Suppressing a smile, Susan finally removed all the feathers and threads that interfered with the overall appearance. Death accepted her care with special pleasure. There are clothes left... Tighten up your belt! Pull up the hood! Remove the folds or, as it turns out... If Death had glands, he would fall in love with Susan's smile. Like any parent, one falls in love with the charismatic behavior of their child. It was a special calm smile that Susan couldn't hold back. - I hope that this will not happen again? - - I CAN’T GUARANTEE... IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOT INTO SOMETHING AGAIN... With these words, Death took out an hourglass from under his cloak. Susan sighed... -BUT, IF WHAT HAPPENED, I KNOW WHO TO TURN TO TO CORRECT THE HOODIE. She clicked her tongue. - I hope you're joking? - - SORRY...