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"I'm anything else but ugly~ At least that's what enough people have told me. So, any specific reason ya feel like making fun of others?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" What was wrong with that kid? Acting like it owned the world. He had an impressing wavelenght but,...

"Yeah, not more or less than before~ I don't think I give off that kinda aura that others find inviting for flirting. But ya know, it's not like I'm all too keen on that anyways. And that body will only stay for a while~" Tezca sighed, this could prove to be difficult. "So how do I look, hm~~?"

She shivered a bit, at least the name was still suitable. Someone Tezca had not seen in a few days, so weirdly enough Jay seemed to be right about the rumos. All the times this had happened before nobody really noticed, but now, with two full weeks to go... There was no point in trying to hide it. "Hello there~~!" She said, as cheerful as always, turning on her heel to face the pinkette. "A girl? You mean a woman! Ahahaha!"

Out of all people to stumble across when going for a walk, as usual, his Justin was the last one Tezca expected. After he had been at the DWMA for a few times between missions he finally graduated here. Still keeping his job as a Deathscythe, without a question. He felt his eyes widen, would rub them if it wasn't for his mask. What was he out of all people doing here in Death City again? Maybe the Shinigami had called for them once again. This was like a happening that occured once every few months where he simply asked for all Deathscythes to gather... But someone would've informed the mirror if this had been the case for sure. So this couldn't be it. But he'd find out soon enough. Fastly approaching the altar boy, nearly running, he frantically waved with one hand already in the air. "Justin~~~!" Tezca chirped, obviously happy with seeing his friend again this soon. He looked like he was in a good shape as well, life surely was good to him. Reassuring to know, after all an active Deathscythe was always in some kind of danger, and one goodbye could always be the last one. Not that they were weak. But exactly this made them targets of many enemies.

This bastard had done the thing. Sending Justin straight into his death, even after Tezca tried to persuade him, thought he made it clear that every member of the Shibusen other than himself would be after the priests head. And still. It was so bitter to accept, especially with Asuras and the Shinigamis relations. That boy had been nothing more but a playball for him... Them. And Tezcas job was it now to teach the leading part in this, the Kishin a good lesson. How could he even dare it to let one of his clowns take advantage of the guillotine like a parasite? He could probably already sense all the boiled up anger behind the oh-so-calm fassade of the deformed body the Deathscythe residented in, after his little battle in the forest a while ago, as he approached his hidehout. It was ridiculous, the inside of the moon! What would make him think that nobody would find him up there without BJ?

He patted the others shoulder a few times. "See, then there's no need to be sad anymore!" It was some kind of relief to see the blond being less upset about it, even if it was just for the moment. "And I like it to listen to people so of course I would~!"

"Now stop it. It's not that bad, isn't it? I haven't chopped you once and that's just as good, right? So smile again~~!"