"W-Wait, what?!“ Actually, that wasn’t even the first thing that had struck his mind, Ryoji was busy trying to think up the few names he knew off the top of his head because among all of them, who were his successors’ significant others? Being gone for two years really seemed to have taken a toll on the deathbringer, the confusion wasn’t even the gist of what he was feeling at the moment. "B-But no matter,” he cleared his throat while trying to grasp that sense on reality once more, “Junhong and Death aren’t of age yet,” nor will they ever be considering he had robbed them of a future, “so that will not happen.”

    Anon’s nonsensical yelling truly had shaken him out of his drunken stupor, with eyebrows furrowing in deep thought as he paced around impatiently. With the little answers he had currently, it was no wonder he had begun mulling over probably unnecessary things. Though, much to his chagrin and amusement, perhaps his absence served as a beacon of hope for both Other and Fallen. Ryoji wasn’t technically their father, but he had responsibilities so he digressed.