Kid, once again, was going through the Gallows Mansion, dusting and adjusting all of the ornaments, furniture, and decor of his house. It was a tedious task, almost an obsessive one, one he often repeated multiple times to make sure it was all completely symmetrical - but he couldn't simply let it be asymmetrical. It would bother him to death.

"Yeah, sure you can surpass God, Black☆Star... And I'll be a Playboy model," Soul remarked sarcastically to the blue haired assassin across from him, rolling his eyes.

In the same room as him, the living room, a few of his friends sat around, Maka, Soul, and Black☆Star chatting while Liz and Patty simply scrolled through their phones, Tsubaki and Crona sort of lingering off to the side. Of course, the young reaper was listening in idly; but his main focus was cleaning, at the moment.

"Hey- Listen here, pal, me surpassing God is a lot more likely than you ever becoming hot-" Black☆Star retorted with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly.