( If they had technology on hand — thick, strong, bulky, cold — Kanda'd shove it down his throat. But then, they're not here to trade loving hypotheticals and speculation, they're here to stop a red-prancing son of a bitch from pillaging an oversized sieve.
...or something along those lines. Kanda is about to push the point with the spiked end of his sword, when he is interrupted unfairly with —
Existential philosophy. The ceiling. Religion. He'd gag, but water currents shroud him, chilled. A long shiver claims him. )
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...or something along those lines. Kanda is about to push the point with the spiked end of his sword, when he is interrupted unfairly with —
Existential philosophy. The ceiling. Religion. He'd gag, but water currents shroud him, chilled. A long shiver claims him. )
...tchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Getting spooked, freak?