[Action]

[poem_in_despair]

[Standing on the roof of the mansion, Crona is looking at nothing in particular as they think about home. Medusa's return, the Kishin driving the world to insanity, even betraying Miss Marie by contaminating her tea. ...Who knew if Death City or Wonderland was better

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[reckless_eagle]

[Quiet?]

[Allow Poland to shatter that. He appears up on the roof in a blur of fine velvet-and-fur cloak, carrying a bucket of pink paint and a long rope and giggling to himself as he heads for the spot over the front door. No good can come of this :D]

[poem_in_despair]

[Crona freezes, hearing someone run across the roof and afraid to move a muscle in case the other noticed them. Maybe if they stay still long enough they'll be invisible.]

[reckless_eagle]

Oh, hey, is there someone up here?

[FISSION MAILED, Crona. But look how cheerful Poland is at you!]

Perfect timing! I totally need someone to hold onto this while I get the rope set up~

[poem_in_despair]

M-M-Me?

[Crona looks around, not looking directly at Poland. Oh god he sees them, what do they do?!]