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[doesnotbitch]

Day: 31
Characters: Hidan (doesnotbitch), Mello strategicbail,open to anyone. Tag yourselves in!
Summary: Hidan's in the chapel. Open altar and confession time, bitches~ ♥
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day; All of breakfast and the beginning of day, covering the first recreational blocks.
Status: open | incomplete

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It didn't take long for him to finish, though when he lapsed into that shaky silence, he stayed like that, in meditation, in rest for a second longer, thinking. What really could be done in a place like this? It wasn't very probable about anything, indefinites and too many (or not fucking enough) variables to deal with. His movement was hindered, boxed, constrained by this place. Still, his specialty was to wipe away it all and look from a different point, judge and calculate the odds and ends of battle.

Speaking of battle, he'd noticed the approach, but kept his silence for a few more seconds. He'd deal with that in a moment. The fingers of his useful hand flexed, against the stiff, unresponsive, altogether for-show fingers of the false one.

Finally, the shark exhaled, another of those short huffs, blasted out through his nose. It wasn't worth wasting time here to consider, he could think in his cell, even. Provided, there was that stupid old son of a bitch there to look forward to. Crotchety old bastard, such utter fun, and by fun, he meant misery, to deal with. He let his hands fall, and leaned back, gaze shifting straight up, to stare forward, before those eyes flicked to the form at the end of the bench. His head turned soon after, as he eyed the man before him.

"The fuck are you looking aat?" he greeted, brow raised. He wasn't really angry yet, but still, how do you greet some dude that just wants to stare? He'd almost be creeped out if he were the sort to be creeped out, but he did note the respect he was given-- expected, though, considering they were in a place of worship. Squalo wasn't going to take to that, no matter who they thought they were. Still, his tone of voice was, although a bit louder than most would call speaking level, a little less than his usual volume. A show of respect to not the others in the place, but that force that was probably there. If he was going to place any value in faith, then he would abide at least a little to make sure that faith didn't turn around and kick his ass for it.