LOVE YOURSELF TO DEATH | o, joining

It seemed they were getting a large influx of birds. It was a bit odd, but he didn't bother thinking twice about it. He didn't care, as long as they were getting joiners. Aizawa padded over to study the newcomer, eyes narrowed at his rude entrance, unable to help agreeing with Cry--which was a first. Usually she was too brash and hostile for his tastes. "It's funny how you think you'd be allowed to stay after such an arrival," he says with a sour tone. "You're lucky Atbash is so generous," he could only assume she would let him stay, anyways. She was just that kind of person.

"SPEECH"

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