(Oh, Squallo is getting Judged by that sniffing. He literally smells like you, dumbass, he sleeps on your bed, sits on your lap in the morning... Feitan quirks an eyebrow, rolling his eyes because he just smells like Squalo, cider, cocaine, and blood. Don't half the people smell at least like two of those things in Mammon's land?)
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I not eat since left home.
(Home?)