Well. That didn't work. She must really believe Ryuk liked watching girls. Yeah right, as if he would. Boring.

"Or...." something caught his eye. A bookcase shook a little and he jumped out of his seat, triumphantly. "Or Death awa- Fall, dammit."

Ryuk stared at the bookcase and then at the nurse who walked past, rubbing her sore arm. He lowered his hands and sighed. He never realised how tough life was. Still beat bumming around as a Shinigami though. Mostly.

Girls like Ophelia put him off a little.

Maybe he could push the bookcase himself? Or beat her with just a book. Killing people couldn't be that hard, right? The mental trauma it caused most people wouldn't affect him. He might just lack the energy or strength.

You never knew until you tried. The anti-motto of the lazy Shinigami.

"Uh. Nevermind." He sat back down, for some reason.