Mailbox

[equal_shots]

[At 5009 Apple Pie Way, there is a very plain mailbox mounted up against the front door which will be checked fairly frequently.

Edit: For the sake of continuity, as of his arrival in the Meadous and until further notice, Kid cannot see--so unless you intend to read him your letter or you write it in Braille, he's not going to actually be able to see it--he'll just know someone's posted a letter his way. Thanks to auto-translation, Kid will be able to read anything sent to him as it will automatically be changed to Braille while he is blind.]

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cw: self harm, blood/gore

[exequies]

[He can't help but snicker a bit at Kid's reaction, following it up with,]

At least I have a proper oven and not a cremator for baking, now.

[And when the younger reaper uses the scalpel to stab himself, Undertaker appears indifferent. His own pain tolerance was stupidly high and he suspects that the other's healing ability is close to if not equal to his own. It's moreso the copious amount of blood dripping on the floor that he chooses to complain about, ironically considering his state of living.]

And good enough to leave more work for me~! Go off before you make a bigger mess of my floors.

cw: self harm, blood/gore

[equal_shots]

[He's careful to keep his fingers in the wound to prevent any chance of healing, and shoots Undertaker a glare.]

I cleaned your counters. Call it a trade.

[Kid huffs before heading out the door. He's quick and quiet, and Undertaker will even find that the teen manages to leave fairly little blood in his wake and no smudges on the front door.

From outside though, the reaper might be able to hear a strangled cry of horror, followed by panicked rambling that grows quieter as he makes his way to the clinic: Hideous asymmetric filth! Unbalanced--why just a single cut on the left? There could have been two perfectly symmetrical cuts on both sides! I am a failure as a grim reaper! What sort of reaper would allow this?!]