[Well then. There’s really not much reason to refuse, is there? With the promise of being able to truly harness his power, Chuuya will be better, stronger, less volatile. This is a chance for him to never have to ask anyone to kill him should he lose control ever again, and to not have to worry about making an enemy of Mephisto. It also gives him a purpose much like he’d had in the Port Mafia; to protect, and to serve.
The master may be different, but the purpose is the same, and that’s good enough for Chuuya.]
You’ve got a deal.
[Chuuya takes one of his gloves between his teeth and tugs it off before pulling his trusty knife out of his inner jacket pocket and pricking his index finger until a bead of blood appears. The pain doesn’t even register, and he quickly presses it to the page before he can change his mind.]
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The master may be different, but the purpose is the same, and that’s good enough for Chuuya.]
You’ve got a deal.
[Chuuya takes one of his gloves between his teeth and tugs it off before pulling his trusty knife out of his inner jacket pocket and pricking his index finger until a bead of blood appears. The pain doesn’t even register, and he quickly presses it to the page before he can change his mind.]