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That's much better, but...

[So says a certain young man dressed in stark monochrome, dark hair interrupted by three parallel lines of white running along only one side of his head, as he regards what appears to be a colorful ball -- the sort of toy meant for felines to caper after, once catnip has been placed inside.

Residents of a certain villa may recognize their foyer.

It's looking significantly tidier, or rather like someone had artfully arranged but one side of it, and proceeded to arrange the other side in a spookily precise mirror image. Even various cat toys found scattered around the premises have been doled out to each corner of the foyer in a bilaterally symmetrical fashion.

Someone even went through the trouble of dusting and sweeping. It veritably sparkles. Death the Kid's hair is a little disheveled, in the way of one who had little choice but to let damp hair dry as it would.

Indeed, the young grim reaper had stood there in the plaza since yesterday afternoon waiting to drip-dry, unable to abide by the thought of moving around while his wet clothes insisted on sticking to him, horrifyingly askew. He has standards.]

What do I do? It's almost perfect, but I can't simply place this in one corner.

[This is sort of stressing him out.]

I'll just have to acquire another that matches this precisely! Residents of this house! Where is the nearest market?

[This, while addressing the starfish communicator held in the other hand, until the reaper's golden eyes dart a brief, distressed glance at his own creased (and still uncomfortably damp) suit.]

...No, I should first change into something suitable. But I can't just leave this unfinished!

[Ahh, he can't decide, what should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? At last, he decides to stow the catnip ball away, and black, crackling tendrils of skull-capped shadow spirits away the toy out of sight.]

First things first--where can I launder and dry my clothing? Don't delay in supplying in answer, this is essential, I'm filthy.

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[He'd better not be, else he'd feel just awful when she tells him that she had the atrocity committed to her in order to become a god.]

Maka? Oh, yes, she's John and Rose's friend. She went to the grocery store, I think, she should be back momentarily! I'm sure she will be happy to see you as well if you are from her world.

[Naively optimistic thing that she is regarding friendship.]

I have not seen anybody named Crona yet, though. Or I might have. But he--or...she?--anyway, they do not seem to like being around people much, whoever came in here yesterday.

[Pfff, gender confusion.] It hardly matters, but yes, that would be Crona. Good, then I seem to have found the right place.

[When they revisit this topic of her session and ascension to god tier, that's going to be one hell of a fascinating tale.

But since he has, so far, taken in seamless stride the matter of that matching set of dog ears, it's inevitable they get mentioned:]

Incidentally, those ears. Are those so common where you come from?

[OH SURE KID JUST DIVE IN AND ASK. Not that he can help it. They're just. So. Obvious. And perfectly similar. They even twitch in the same direction!]

Huh?

[Oh he likes that? They're just going to twitch more, facing forward at the source of curiosity (AKA him).]

No, not really. This was a side effect from when I went god tier. I kind of fused with my dog? To simplify the story, anyway. They're real, yes.

[The ears are cute, okay. He can admire them for their aesthetic qualities privately.

But that. Man, that.]

You... became one with a dog?

[Wow, he is so unsure.]

Long story.

Again.

...Oh my god, don't give me that look, there was no yiffing involved or anything remotely close to that.

[she is so done with that you don't even know.]

Far be it from me to judge, but... are you sure sharing this with a stranger is alright?

[what'syiffinghedoesn'teven

Misunderstandings have a way of multiplying when you least want them to.]

Although, some might commend you on your honesty, there is such a thing as too much information.

You are not a stranger. We have shared names, you're asking me questions and I am answering them. I am attempting to assuage any doubts you might have about my doggy stylings, too, but you still don't seem like you are learning anything and have drawn your own conclusions.

[His own really awful conclusions.]

[One can probably map out the precise moment that he realizes his own misunderstanding by the way his eyebrows slowly go up, and then, heaving a sigh of relief, he places a hand over his heart.]

So you aren't possessed, that's a relief.

[No, Jade, Kid's theory was outlandishly laughable, involving curses and possession and jesus christ what has he been reading.]

[Well thinking she was possessed is pretty damn awful.

Man this guy. She honestly doesn't know what to make of him. This will probably be the only conversation they have.]

No...certainly not.

[Wow she's really insulted.]

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