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[conquerorofwaves]

Sinbad stretches as the group disperses after turning in all the evidence, he notices the red head and waves him over, the corner of his lips tugging after hearing Ichigo's argument with their diminutive host, but he is trying to compose himself.

"How are you holding up?" the young man asked, before closing his eyes for a moment. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

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[bladeisme]

Honestly, Ichigo was still pissed at Max - but he is, apparently, a ten year old forced into being the host for a murderous game where the newly dead kill each other, for real this time. So he can forgive him. A Little.

If he teaches Mary other crude shit, he will shove a goddamn bar of soap in the brat's mouth.

Anyway, Ichigo notices Sinbad calling him over, and blinks - but follows, scratching the back of his head.

"Me? I'm fine, I guess - well, as fine as I can be when another one of us just got killed. What about you?"

[conquerorofwaves]

"About the same, I suppose." Sinbad rubs the back of his neck - giving a brief twinge on his face before he removed his hand. "I don't think anyone - well, anyone normal is going to get used to that."

Sorry for taking so long!

[bladeisme]

"I mean...I've seen death before, but...not as part of some sick game we're all a part of."

He frowns, shaking his head.

"Although there're definitely some people here who aren't normal."