❝ Please, dying is old fashioned. ❞ >> kariya (x)
"I couldn't agree more," Shiba said, blinking slowly at the other Reaper. Hadn't this Reaper been taken care of, or... no, clearly not. Shiba isn't even sure why he'd been under the impression that Kariya had been a victim of one of his Plague Noise.
With the exorcism of Kubo, many of Shiba's memories of his three year stint at the top were frustratingly vague. It was like trying to make out a shape through thick, billowing smoke. Oh, he could recall the shape of what he'd done and why, but the details that had involved Kubo were... well, they were gone.
"We Reapers are too hardy to be snuffed out like simple tealights. Yet another benefit of our station."
Shiba falls silent for a moment, looking Kariya up and down with a low hum.
"Yet, despite how lazily your flame flickers, it burns brighter than most. Just how long have you been at this?"