not the happiest with his journal creation

[heardyoucall]

It's too early. Why bother doing any of this useless nonsense now?

Let me sleep or I'll kill you.

[Ah. He already seems to be nodding off...]

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[heardyoucall]

Henh. That's happened more than once already.

We've beat them up.

[breaking4thwall]

If you noticed, then they must not be very good illusionists. If people who're not illusionists notice, then there's not much meaning with it. Or they gave themselves away.

With paper fans?

[heardyoucall]

They were terrible. [Zakuro actually caught you for a bit, Sanzo. You're just getting a kick out of how hilariously theatrical he was.]

No. That wouldn't have been satisfying.

[breaking4thwall]

Then they should have taken lessons from some good illusionists, if they'd wanted to be successful. [ Zakuro? But he's a foulmouther Storm Flame user from the Millifiore famiglia, no? At least what Fran knows. ]

Then what is satisfying? Do you do like that 'Ace-kun' and use tonfa? Or like Bel-senpai and his Storm Mink?

[heardyoucall]

It's a secret.

[He's told the kid enough, after all.]

Who are you, honestly?

[breaking4thwall]

Eeeh? Why?

[ Now he's even more curious. ]

Mist Guardian of the Vongola Famiglia's independant Assassination Squad Varia, and a Top Magician and one of the best Illusionists in my world.

[ Introducing himself in his normal blank tone. ]

Oh. And my name is Fran. I'm from Italy. Who're you?

[heardyoucall]

Toa Priest Genjo Sanzo the 31st.

[breaking4thwall]

[ Again, avoiding answering? ]

Toa means either 'Nothing' or 'Towrope' in Portuguese. It's 'Warrior' in Polynesian.

[ Said a little out of nowhere. ]

You don't look like a preist.

[heardyoucall]

This is why I hate introducing myself to people.

[breaking4thwall]

Then why do you introduce yourself to people?

[ Never mind that he had actually asked. ]

I think it's interesting. I don't really know any other priests. Only mafia. And more mafia.

[heardyoucall]

If you don't know any priests, why were you so quick to tell me I didn't look like one?

[Never mind that you really don't act at all like a priest, Genjo Sanzo.]

[breaking4thwall]

Since they're supposed to give off this ... 'holy' aura or something. Look like might have been wrong, then. Feel like what I've heard might be better.

[ And now he even pat Sanzo on the head. There there. ]

Not everyone can look like what they are. I should've though about the fact that Bel-senpai hardly look like a (Fallen) Prince.

[ And yes, the parenthesis is also spoken. ]

[heardyoucall]

[You're getting the fan again, kid.]

[breaking4thwall]

Gero!

[ The rubbing-routine is getting very much a routine. ]

That huuurts, Angry Paperfan Blondie-san. What'd I do now?

[heardyoucall]

I told you. Stupidity gets punished.

[breaking4thwall]

Then you should hit Ken-nii-san instead of me.

[heardyoucall]

You're the one talking to me.

[breaking4thwall]

I know that, but I get stabbed by master and Senpai all the time. Ken-nii-san could get some hitting too. I could introduce you sometime.

[ Although Fran's been absent from both his groups lately, because he's here. ]

[heardyoucall]

...you get stabbed? All the time?

[breaking4thwall]

Huh? Yeah. By Master with his trident and Bel-senpai with his distasteful knifes. It's normal, isn't it?

[heardyoucall]

How the hell is something like that normal?

[Considering what Sanzo considers to be normal, this must be REALLY abnormal.]

[breaking4thwall]

It's not?

[ Fran, you should feel honored. ]

By Varia-standards, I'm apparently the weirdest, but I don't really get it. It's them who're attacking me, not the other way around. And I'm a master illusionist, not a barbarian like most of them.

[heardyoucall]

[He doesn't really get any of this, so instead heaves a heavy sigh.]

Let me get this straight. Your allies stab you.

[breaking4thwall]

[ And Fran just doesn't understand why. ]

Yes. It's nothing weird. I'm both mafia, student to an anti-mafia, and then an assassin. It's completely normal.

[heardyoucall]

No matter how normal it is to you...

[But he lets it hang, taking a drag of his cigarette.]

This place is odd.