[You find yourself at a Japanese graveyard, an old-fashioned lantern in hand as mist starts to roll through the stones during the new moon. The only sounds you hear are those of your own breathing, the rustle of cloth, perhaps a scream or two of the pair ahead. A path filled with scares behind every corner, ghosts and demons waiting to frighten you
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Dropping his lantern in favor of dealing with the squirmy and suddenly not stuffed sheep in his arms though, shepherd's crook dropping to the stones as well.]
A-ah! No...what are you...
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... Is it seriously alive?
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laskdhglahsldhg Letting the thing down, glad he had a leash on it.]
I-I guess. It has a heartbeat and blo-blood and... [He's hurting his head trying to figure out how cotton became that.]
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[Wrinkles his nose a bit. He has a thing for temporarily being something not 100% human these days. See why he had to make sure he wasn't a Noah before?]
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No longer distracted by sheep but in front of you now, peering up at.]
Kanda...?
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W-What?
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Reaching up to lift Kanda's upper lip. Sorry. If you're family, you get no care for personal space.]
...How...
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Ow, watch it. And hell if I know how or why this places likes to make me different races.
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It's temporary. [Smiles.] There's no ping.
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Ping...?
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[Pause.] ... Doesn't help the smell, though.
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[Looks up at him.] Tell yourself don't breathe. You don't have to.
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