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“Terumi, you bastard, open up!” Ragna hissed angrily. He walked into the library where Hazama was. He walked up the many flights of stairs to the top of the big old library. He opened the doors wide, ready to see his foe. There, he was met with someone else-- a man with a mask and extremely large and yaoirific hands. The strange man turned to Ragna, not saying a word.
Ragna, confused, walked up to him. The yaoi man looked at Ragna, a small smile gracing his face. Ragna stared at him, and then looked down, understanding the direness of the situation. There, on the ground was something Ragna never expected to see-- a pickle.
“He turned himself into a pickle. Funniest thing i’ve ever seen.”