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.