[one] video;

[omniphobe]

[ The video flips on, but it's obvious by the look on Crona's face- and the shoddy camerawork- that they don't exactly know what they are doing. The droopy-eyed teen purses their lips and furrows their brow, but not before a small, humanoid growth sprouts from their back, flailing about like its butt is on fire. ]

Crona! What the hell are you doing, you idiot?! Give me that!

No, Ragnarok, stop--

[ The tiny figure swings its tiny fists at the device, but not before pommeling the lilac-haired teen upside the head. ]

Shut up and give me that! You don't even know how to use it--

Neither do you!

You know what it's like being stuck with an idiot like you?! Like being stuck with a turd that won't flush!

That doesn't even make any sense. Besides, I was here first!

[ Crona whines, pushing back at Ragnarok, who is currently trying to pull and smash their face into various shapes. They finally manage to secure the device and keep it out of reach of the tiny Ragnarok. ]

Ugh, fine! But this is all your fault, you know! I know it is. And now we're stuck in this stupid, weird fishbowl under the ocean, soaking wet and with no idea how we got here and no idea how to get back! And I'm hungry!

I know! But it's not my fault. I-

[ They both notice a small, flashing light on the device, and realize it's already recording what was supposed to be an S.O.S. ]

See?! See?! It's been recording this entire time! Who knows who's looking at your ugly mug right now?! And they saw you whining and making such a fool of yourself, too! Gupipipipipi!

[ Crona squeaks. ]

What?! No! I don't want to be on the internet, I don't know how to deal with being an internet celebrity!

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[symmetrophile]

[Not that they've spoken much -- in fact, in his most recent recollection, there was not a single student at Shibusen who had grown as close to Crona as Maka herself had.]

I see. Soul was cooking, earlier. Did you get to try anything?

[If he had been asked two days ago if he'd be engaging in this kind of small talk with the one Death himself had sentenced to die, he would have called it a ridiculous prediction.

Yet here he was, dragging a chair over.]

[omniphobe]

[ Being from a point much earlier than anyone else from their world, Crona is blissfully unaware of their future self's sentencing. They haven't even met up with the revived Medusa and betrayed Shibusen yet. ]

No. [ Crona's fingers dig into the pillow they've been cradling to their chest. ] There are too many people in this house. I don't like being around so many different people I don't know.

[ Ragnarok, who made it a habit of letting everyone know just how much he hated them, popped out from Crona's back and stuck his tongue out at Kid. ]

[symmetrophile]

[One leg crosses over the other, and, to preserve his personal sense of symmetry, the arm on the opposite side crosses over the other.]

It's not nearly as many as at the Academy, and I'm sure they'll welcome you just the same.

[He wrinkles his nose a little, displeased by Ragnarok's little display, but makes every effort to ignore him. It's a little ruined by the fact that he's already acknowledged him.]

We may be here a while, however, so take all the time you need.

[omniphobe]

[ Crona nods. That makes sense. The villa is nowhere near as big as the academy, and they got to the point where they could at least come out of a corner while they were there. Crona just needs to give this place a chance. ]

Yeah, okay--

[ Ragnarok lifts himself up with his stubby little arms on his host's shoulder. ]

While Crona takes all the time in the world in this stupid corner, I'm wasting away! You should feed me.

[ He's hungry, but when is he not? Ragnarok is a veritable eating machine. Candy, Tsubaki's cooking, souls... he'll happily take any of it off of your hands! ]

[symmetrophile]

[While it was really Maka who had been able to bring Crona out of their shell and may very well be the case at the villa, Kid wasn't above using this as a convenient excuse to remain in their presence, as he tried to determine the answers to his own, unvoiced questions. Whether Crona decided to stay pent up in the corner of Maka's room forever or not didn't concern him.

...Which is kind of cold, but he isn't the nurturing soul that Maka is. Besides, he prefers things to be orderly.]

There may be some leftovers in the kitchen. Why don't we go check? ...Crona?

[It's up to them, Ragnarok will have to learn to be content with the decisions of the one in control of their body. ...Ha ha, who is he kidding? His bullying will probably never stop being a thing.]