"Fine," He said. I could see the adamancy in his pose.

"And also," I asked, my brows were furrowed, "what's up with your hair?"

"My… my hair?"

"Yeah. There's only the stripe thingys on one side"

I looked at him for a moment. His eyes were wide like he was frightened. Then he started panicking.

"I'm stupid, useless, asymmetrical garbage…" He slumped to the ground. His face squished against the floor before he screamed, "I SHOULD JUST DIE."

He looked comical. What was he even doing? He was in the fetal position, whining and saying 'I'm not symmetrical, I'm a disgusting pig!' Or 'I don't deserve to be on this earth, I am an abomination!'

All I did was make a comment about his weird hair. I guess that's a sensitive subject.

"Whoa, Kid! I'm sorry!" I put my hands up defensively and knelt down next to him.

Before I could get too close to him, his father seemed to be next to him with some inhuman speed. "Now, now, Kid!" The hollow eyes of his mask turned downwards. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Father… I am useless!"

"Not at all, Kid! You make the whole school wonderfully symmetrical, same goes with our home. I really appreciate that. Plus, you are perfectly symmetrical yourself!" He held up Kid's hands, "Even the rings on your right hand match with the rings on your left. I think that's pretty cool."

"You do?" He asked with a puppy face. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. How old was this kid passing for? Throwing tantrums over 'not being symmetrical'. It was insane. He was insane. I knew it.

"Liz," Lord Death called me by my nickname (surprising), "would you mind telling me why you and your sister are here? I would ask Kid, but as you can see, he's in a bit of a comatose state." I looked over at the boy and he was lying peacefully on the floor, sleeping. What a weirdo.

I tried to make my reply as nice as possible, "Your son," I pointed to him on the floor with my hands, "um, invited us," I gulped, "to be his weapons in exchange for using your home as a dwelling place."

"You want to move in?"

"Yes!" Patty joined.

The Shinigami put his hand to his chin before saying, "Okay!" He made an 'OK' sign with his massive fingers.

I couldn't believe it. He agreed, just like that. We were in! I was surprised he didn't know the fact that Patty and I were notorious law-breakers and we had committed so many crimes against this very being in the room with us. We didn't take any souls, but there had to have been some suspicion on us. I was genuinely surprised.

"Thank you so much, sir," I said to him and bowed. "Patty," I started to say.

She interrupted, "Oh! Right! Thank you Lord Death!" She bowed too.

In that moment, everything seemed to be going my way— Pat's and my way. It seemed like the first time someone has given something to us that didn't have to be forced or threatened or pried out of the hands of another. It was a good feeling. At the same time, though, it felt manipulative.

I heard a cough and I turned around to the sound. Kid was up on his feet dusting himself off with a nylon-hair brush to get the dust off.

"Kid!" Lord Death bounced his way over to Kid, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Still a bit disgusted… but overall I'm well…"

"Oh good!" The Shinigami beamed, "While you were sleeping the girls said you made a proposition for them, correct?"

"Yes, father."

"And are you sure you want them to live with you, and attend the DWMA?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful!" He threw his massive hands in the air. "I'll make some coffee!" He sung.

Lord Death was going over to a coffee grinder and started to grind about a kilogram of coffee beans. I leaned in towards Kid, concerned, and whispered, "Didn't we have to address the fact that Patty and I are criminals?"

He whispered back, "No. He already knows, and he trusts my judgement."

Incredible.