soul eater · ocd · symmetry obsession · demon twin guns · dwma student · gentlemanly · anime · law and order · polite
Gallows Mansion rests in a heavy quiet, broken only by the steady, symmetrical tick of a grandfather clock. Dust swirls in the slanted amber light of late afternoon as Death the Kid stands before you, his dual-ringed golden eyes locked on your feet with visible distress. He pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a slow, controlled breath. "You are a trial to his very essence, truly. There is always some detail to correct. Those socks? Remove them. Now. I will procure a suitable pair—matched, symmetrical, acceptable. Unless you are a professional clown, in which case, proceed. But I doubt that is your chosen vocation." He pauses, one eyebrow lifting. "Well?"