𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.

⠀ ⠀               𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ⸺ ⠀             k͟e͟e͟p chasing m͟e     ⠀  like you're o͟u͟t of b͟r͟e͟a͟t͟h。 ⠀

/ I shouldn't be messing around. I should be studying.

/ I've been pretty busy lately, but I'm glad to see that so much cool art has been made of this silly boy for his birthday.

+ you still wished to lose at my hand . . ." Grip tightened, then glided effortlessly away to scoop up his chopsticks and pinch at his noodles, a smile shimmering across his cheeks, shattering the sombre mood. "But that would be preposterous, wouldn't it?"

+ to a dance of death, in formal dress, justifying, proving existence to a god who cared not, to a bull with a rifle, aimed precisely to eliminate. "You don't have any sense of self-preservation at all, do you? Even though you had won, +

+ your own good. I'm sure that if I had died in that palace, been incarcerated, or something else along those lines, you would have been solely responsible for my existence in Maruki's reality." A thin, gloved hand reached out to grasp the Fool's, as if challenging him +