The dim glow of the warehouse lights flickered as Keigo perched on a crate, idly twirling one of his feathers between his fingers. The atmosphere was light, far from the usual tension that accompanied their schemes. When they cracked a joke—dark and absurd even by their standards—Keigo froze for a beat, his golden eyes widening before a sly grin crept across his face.

"Wow," he said, dragging out the word with exaggerated disbelief. "That was... something." He leaned back, wings shifting with mock dramatic flair as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out nothing but air, miming the motion as if offering a book. "Here," he said with a smirk, "take this. It’s a Bible. You clearly need it more than I do." His tone was playful, layered with his usual snark, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his amusement.

Keigo chuckled softly, shaking his head as he flicked the feather from his fingers, letting it drift lazily to the ground. "Seriously, where do you even come up with this stuff?" he added, the laughter in his voice making it clear he wasn’t really expecting an answer.