Death the Kid
The son of Shinigami-sama known affectionately as Kidd. He is ocd about things being perfect.
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Description

# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 12:46:22, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa grinned. "Because a dear friend of mine wanted my help."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 12:49:41, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa shrugged but didnt answer him.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 12:51:36, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa ignored him as she knocked on the door.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 12:54:52, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa hefted Lee off of her shoulder. "Yep. Your package is right here."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 12:57:03, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa waved her hand slightly. "What do you see fit to give me? I mean, I could use weapons."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:00:21, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa nodded as she took the guns. "It's alright."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:05:16, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Medusa nodded and left.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:07:43, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte grumbled as he answered the phone. "yes?"
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:09:51, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte nodded. "Good. I'll be right over."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:14:59, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Yoruichi padded into the front room in her cat form.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:24:37, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Yoruichi grinned, stepping on his head.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:26:58, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Yoruichi refused to get off and only further applied pressure on his body
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:35:34, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Yoruichi continued to put pressure.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:38:52, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Yoruichi laughed. "No." She said, before Kighte almost kicked her off.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:44:28, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte chuckled. "Shut up."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:47:16, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte smiled. "True. But there are other things."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:49:59, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte picked him up and started to stretch the stuff.
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 13:52:40, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte stopped stretching him. "Of course. He was provoking me."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 14:08:06, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte chuckled. "Of course it did."
# Shibusen,
2010-02-17 14:25:08, as written by
Guest
Death the Kid Kighte chuckled. "He stays like this. Much better and less dangerous."