[Picking Crona out of a crowd is easily done even without Soul Perception, no small thanks to Ragnarok's... boisterous bullying; a certain grim reaper observes, standing stock-still on the other side of the coral.
Perhaps, in case an intervention is needed.
Or maybe it's because his dripping clothes are sticking to him like a second skin and he can just tell they're resting two inches to the left. They're horrifyingly askew, and he might just be wigging out on the inside.
No! No! He is a grim reaper, not prone to fall to such minuscule distractions!
...Oh god there's more water in his left shoe than in his right, this is approaching nauseating levels of wrong.]
[meanwhile, on the other side of the coral...]
Perhaps, in case an intervention is needed.
Or maybe it's because his dripping clothes are sticking to him like a second skin and he can just tell they're resting two inches to the left. They're horrifyingly askew, and he might just be wigging out on the inside.
No! No! He is a grim reaper, not prone to fall to such minuscule distractions!
...Oh god there's more water in his left shoe than in his right, this is approaching nauseating levels of wrong.]