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[mydedicatedfix]

[Kid's been feeling guilty for not being in the action during Westport, for not being able to aid those in need. Being the literal son of (the death) god weighs heavy on a young lad's head, and he really can't shake the feeling that he should be doing something more. This, of course, means Kid has decided to help everyone feel better in the only

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[sanctusdei]

[Theo had brought his recently-delivered books inside, and tossed the crates inside the study, to sort through later. When he comes home from work, he find Kid organizing his collection of incredibly rare spell books. He is not happy. He stands in the doorway, glaring at him.]

...who the HELL are you, and why are you touching my books.

[mydedicatedfix]

[Organizing, and how! He's even set up those crates you mentioned like bookcases, so that everything can be put away, neat and precise.]

Rather, who are you? Were you not raised properly? Look at what you've done to your possessions! A mess! How do you expect to get anything done like this?!

[sanctusdei]

[He glares and clenches his teeth.]

You broke into my house. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't be stabbing you right now.

[mydedicatedfix]

[And Kid just stares right back, like there's nothing wrong. Because, clearly, nothing is wrong.]

I'm organizing this mess you call a book collection, for one.

[sanctusdei]

....I was planning on doing it myself. I don't need interior decorators breaking into my house thinking they need to touch my books!

[mydedicatedfix]

Yes, I'm sure you're pleased to be living in a home filled with interior desecrations. Besides, could you be trusted to do it properly? Just look how messily you were handling them beforehand!

[sanctusdei]

Some of these books are hundreds of years old! It's amazing they still exist at all. That's why I DON'T need random jackasses breaking into my study and messing with them!

[mydedicatedfix]

A few hundred? I'll have you know that I have the highest grade clearance in the libraries of Death City! I've been handling tomes thousands of years old since I became literate! I know precisely what I'm doing!

[sanctusdei]

Yes, but those weren't MY books. I went through he'll to get those, so you keep your hands off them.

…what the hell is Death City?

[mydedicatedfix]

Well, for books that are so precious to you, you do treat them poorly! Do you even know the first thing about proper preservation?!

Hmph. Given this strange town, I won't be insulted by your ignorance. Death City is, of course, the hometown of both the Death Meisters Weapon Academy and by father, Lord Death, known to colloquially around the world by names such as the grim reaper, or shinigami.

[sanctusdei]

As much as I wish I had infinite monetary resources to do such a thing, I make do, alright? I don't need attitude from burglars.

Wait. Grim reaper? …you better not be joking.

[mydedicatedfix]

[In what crazy would do you live where Kid kids?]

Making light of Honorable Father's station would be purposely misrepresenting and incredibly disrespectful to both His duties and responsibilities.

I am not here to steal anything from you.

[sanctusdei]

A grim reaper. Thanks Mayfield, now I've seen everything.

[Ah, Theo. He loves starting shit. He walks over to the books, and pulls one off that shelf that's particularly worn and well-read. He grins, almost maliciously, and holds it up for Kid to see: a book on necromantic magic.]

Tell me, Mr. Reaper. Did you not even look through what you were sorting?

[mydedicatedfix]

Pardon? Of course not, that would be a grave invasion of priva--

[Kid looks at the book, what on earth, what do you think you're even DOING do you even have any idea you stupid human man]

--do you have a license for that?

[sanctusdei]

[He flips through the book fondly. One of his favorites.]

License? Ha! Since when do you need a license for casting?

[mydedicatedfix]

The unauthorized resurrection of souls is an affront to the natural order, and even authorization is something that is only made in special cases.

Furthermore, this town does quite enough of that as it is without another amateur throwing their hat into the ring, doing goodness knows what to their subjects.