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[deathpapa]

Who: Death Scythe and Chrona (+Ragnarok~)
Where: High school
When: Thursday evening
Rating: PG-13 for Ragnarok language, I guess? :D
Summary: Spirit goes to meet up with his daughter's friend.
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[timid_dementia]

"Ah--" The scrawny child let out a startled sort of half-gasp, empty dark eyes flicking immediately to striking ice-blue upon hearing his name uttered by a voice he had only truly known in the midst of fear. Lifting his shaggy head with a mixture of uncertainty and what appeared to be disdain he cast Spirit a wary glance, head cocked ever-so-slightly to the left; his demonic blood-weapon hunched over him, elbows digging into the back of Chrona's skull and ebony chin propped in massive, white-gloved palms. He was most certainly far from tiny; the fact that his shadow almost completely obscured his meister from view proved that much

[deathpapa]

"A pleasure to see you again too," Spirit said with a slight frown. He had all the sympathy in the world for Chrona, but that weapon of his... He understood that they were a part of each other and that it was something that had to be accepted, but knowing that thing had attacked his daughter -- he'd try, but he wasn't sure he could just tolerate it as easily as Maka could.

Of course, they had to be thinking the same of him, hadn't they?

Spirit approached the corner of the room where the other weapon and master stood warily, finally stopping a step away, close enough for friendly contact but far enough that he thought he'd be able to dodge if necessary. He leaned down slightly to get a better view of the nervous boy cowering beneath the shadow of his weapon and offered a warm smile upon finally making eye contact. "Hey there. Are you doing all right?"

[timid_dementia]

Chrona bit his lip rather harshly in quiet response, a disconcerting dribble of inky blood spilling over his chin, with a slightly pained squeal to follow. Dabbing it quickly away with the edge of his sleeve the timid boy turned, hair askew, giving a brief and rather subtle nod before slipping back off into motionless fear. Though he was shy, there was something about him... a dark aura, brimming with touches of insanity that would never stem from such a nervous soul without provocation.

"He's fine, just a little shaken," his weapon growled, digging thick fingers into Chrona's pinkish hair and twisting them about, tying knots and tangles of all sorts amongst the pale strands. "Shit's been going down here lately... heh. Seems to be goin' to his head if you ask me... c'mon, Chrona, snap out of it."

{ooc: He still has his chip in. Meaning, with the latest event, that he's about to go batshit crazy. >> HAVE FUN}

[deathpapa]

Spirit's brow furrowed in concern and his eyes moved to glance at Ragnarok. Something seemed off compared to when he'd spoken to the boy earlier, and it seemed that his weapon was noticing it too. "What's been going on?"

[[ooc: haha, yeah, i was wondering what effect the chip would have on papa too. WE'LL SEE EVENTUALLY I GUESS.]]