He would lean on his ice scythe. He was taking a well needed break. He hated his job, and it tired him out. He was a Soul Reaper, so he was completely emotionless. He could only feel and show emotional reactions when things get incredibly intense.

Though there were two emotions he could feel constantly. Love and Hate.

"Ahh. What a lovely day."

He hummed to himself. Manifesting his wings. Flapping them and stretching them out.