A huge black mass is emerging from Chrona's back, morphing into the closest thing he's ever had to a male authority figure in his life.
"Gkhu-pi," Ragnarok says, punching the boy in the side of the head, tormenting him mercilessly and not responding at all to Chrona's failed attempts at trying to get him to stop. Which, admittedly, consist only of Chrona muttering "Stoppit," and flailing his arms wildly above his head.
Then suddenly, a blocky white hand appears from nowhere, bonking Ragnarok right on the head, not even giving him time to use Chrona as a meatshield, as is typical in such situations. Ragnarok recedes back into Chrona's body with a disgusting gurgling sound.
"Honestly, son, you're kind of a pushover sometimes," Shinigami's statement comes, looking only a little disappointed. His expression quickly becomes more cheerful as he adds, "Now, come here and have tea with your brother and I."
Sure enough, Kid is in a chair adjacent to Shinigami's, one hand raised in an indifferent greeting, the other holding a teacup.
"Uh... O-Okay..."
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...S-Sorry Mister Shinigami.