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[yet_shall_live]

[The video switches on to a portrait shot of a man with long, lustrous hair and fine features that might be considered beautiful --- if he wasn't glaring bloody murder at the screen, his upper lip curling in a sneer. His tone, however, remains icy calm. If a bit short.]

Since the people in this house seem to have a death wish,

[His gaze flicks

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[vexed]

[ Although his hair obscures the right side of his face, the wide grin is still visible on the left. ]

One man against the world, eh? You must really like long odds.

1/idk fuck you seriously why do you make me do dis

[yet_shall_live]

[The Tradesman was one thing, coming up to him looking just like that person and sealing the deal for his... his soul, Kanda guessed, with a kiss. The contract, the house master, that ownership was one thing.]

[yet_shall_live]

[But this was just... ]

[yet_shall_live]

[Fucking predictable.

Kanda exhaled slowly, glowering at familiar red hair for a moment. And then his eyes simply rolled.]

done~

[yet_shall_live]

You ever stay dead?

[vexed]

[ He snorts, clearly amused. ]

Where'd the fun in that be?

[ An upward tip of his chin follows in an inverted nod of greeting. ]

How's it going, kid?

[yet_shall_live]

Isn't that the sort of thing the General tells his troops? Not the other way around.

[Kanda doesn't return any sort of greeting, and his voice is still about as flat as ever.]

[vexed]

If it's orders you're looking for, I could give you a few.

[ This smile? This smile's trouble. ]

[yet_shall_live]

Not the bean sprout.

[Kanda is not interested in this kind of trouble.]

[vexed]

Fair enough. Means I got to ask, though. What's your take on continuing the war in another world?

[yet_shall_live]

I'll need a sword for that.

[vexed]

You sure about that?

[yet_shall_live]

It doesn't have to be Mugen.

[This is a concession, Cross. Look how reasonable Kanda's being.]

[vexed]

Depends if you want to kill the Noah or not.

[ Cross will raise you that reasonableness with a willingness to deliver bad news without warning or tact. ]

[yet_shall_live]

[Oh, so now Cross is stealing his schtick, is he?]

How many?

[vexed]

One that I know of. Lives upstairs.

[ And he's oh so casual about it, too. Like he's been living in the proximity of Noah forever. ]