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[hellrisen02]

"Yo! I seem to have my hands full at the moment, so shoot me a message and I'll get back to ya. Later~."
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[d33tached]

You still won't tell me?

All you've told me so far is that if I was one I would know it.

Clearly I am not.

[hellrisen02]

I did, didn't I?

Well then, I suppose you aren't one.

[Honestly, Duo still wasn't sure yet. There was a lot about this kid he still hadn't managed to grasp, not just yet, although he was getting there. But with the minutia he knew, with how he seemed to relate to other people so far...]

Maybe you'll see for yourself one day.

[d33tached]

Are you implying that I might somehow become one of these "gods of death"?

[Surely that can't be right - Dammit, Shinigami, why do you always have to be so confusing? Just when D33 feels that he's beginning to understand something about you, you take another turn.]

[hellrisen02]

Nah. If you'd been one already, you'd know it.

I don't think it works that way. Although I've met some who did, actually, become Shinigami after they died.

[d33tached]

[There's a significant pause between messages. Eventually:]

Would such be your case, Shinigami?

[That is to say:]

Have you died before?

[hellrisen02]

[Speaking of long pauses...]





No.

[It was never him.]

[d33tached]

You hesitated.

Why?

[hellrisen02]

[AVOID AVOID]

Believe it or not, Deedee, I'm in the middle of things that don't involve you.

[d33tached]

I don't believe you.

[Everything is about meedee.

[Normally he might have a little more to say about it (or at the very least he'd try to be a little more implicit about the whole thing), but, again, he's tired.
And also just about done with Duo's bullshit (always).]

[hellrisen02]

You never do anyway.

[Transmitted to Dee is a ciphered file of text- not a lot of it, but a paragraph or so. Good luck puzzling it out.]

For you to chew on, Mr. No One Else Has A Life.

[d33tached]

[Ooh, look! A bone!]

Very well.