[ WP ] A grave digger meets a body snatcher . Describe their exchange and conflict .

`` Look, there doesn ’ t have to be a problem,'' the girl was saying, her head out of sight. Kyle figured she ’ d dug maybe four feet deep already—which made her barely five feet—and he was begrudgingly impressed. 
 
 The girl grunted, and a spadeful of dirt came flying at Kyle; he ducked. 
 
 `` Unless you *want* there to be a problem, ” she added flatly, straightening and tilting her head up so she could glare at Kyle from where she stood in the grave. 
 
 When Kyle had arrived at the cemetery that night, he ’ d already blocked out the grave he was going to going to rob. It was a freshly made one, so the decay wouldn ’ t have set in too badly, and the dirt would be soft and easy to shovel out. Most importantly, the old woman had been buried there with her best diamonds and pearls. People never ceased to amaze Kyle, the way they buried riches away with the dead who would never use them. 
 
 When he ’ d arrived at the gravesite, his shovel balanced across his shoulders and his arms looped over the shaft like he was some kind of scarecrow, he ’ d been shocked to find a soft light already glowing over the half-dug out grave. Then he ’ d been angry. 
 
 The girl in the grave had shoveled busily through all of Kyle ’ s angry whisper-shouts—this was his cemetery, damnit, everyone who mattered around here knew that—and when he ’ d finally paused for a breath of air, she ’ d cut in. 
 
 ” *Not a problem*?'' Kyle repeatedly sharply. `` What, you wan na split the profits fifty-fifty—hell no!'' 
 
 The girl rolled her shoulders and jammed the spade of her shovel into some of the dirt so it stood upright. Planting her hands on the hard-packed dirt at the edge of her hole, she hoisted herself up out of the grave. 
 
 `` Look, dude, you can have her jewelry and stuff,'' the girl said when she was standing. She wiped sweat off her brow, smearing dirt across an already dirty face. `` I just need the body.'' 
 
 `` What the shit?'' 
 
 `` Yeah—but you have to dig the rest of the way. No way I ’ m doing all the work when there ’ s two of— ” 
 
 `` —What the shit do you need a body for? ” Kyle cut the girl off, his voice rising slightly. He wasn ’ t shouting, but in the silence of a graveyard on the night of a new moon, it seemed like he was. “ Are you one of those—necrophiliacs, or a necromancer, or what the fuck? ” 
 
 `` Ew—necrophiliac, that ’ s disgusting!'' 
 
 `` Well—I sure as shit can ’ t think of any other reason why you ’ d need a body!'' 
 
 The girl crossed her arms. “ Never mind that—I mean, you ’ re in a cemetery in the middle of the night too, what ’ s the big difference? ” 
 
 Kyle scoffed. “ Well, let ’ s see here. I ’ m here for very valuable diamonds and pearls. You want a body. I can sell said valuable diamonds and pearls for a lotta cash. What in god ’ s name do you need a body for? ” 
 
 The girl shrugged evasively. 
 
 `` Oh god,'' Kyle realized suddenly, glancing up at the glowing ball of light that danced above the girl ’ s head. `` You are a necromancer, aren ’ t you? ” 
 
 `` Are you shitting me?'' the girl snapped. `` If I were a necromancer, d ’ you think I ’ d be digging out a goddamn grave on my own?'' She raised her hands, palms outwards, and showed them to Kyle. Where Kyle had hardened calluses, the girl ’ s hands were rubbed raw. `` If I had the power of a necromancer, there ’ s no way I would stand for this blister bullshit.'' 
 
 Kyle had to give her that one. He didn ’ t really know how necromancers worked, but he did know they tended to be vain, and he doubted one would stoop to digging out a grave with their bare hands. Not when they could command a dead person to do the digging for them—or better yet, raise the dead in the coffin, and wait for the person to climb out themselves. 
 
 `` Alright, not a necromancer,'' Kyle conceded. `` But if I ’ m going to do any digging, I want to know what you need a goddamn *body* for. ”
