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The moon hunter walked down the hallway at a casual pace, sparing passersby barely a glare or even a sneer if they got to close. He was supposed to be on infirmary duty but the thought of work, especially around people who couldn't even use the toilet revolted him, so he just didn't turn up. Why both taking care of people who were just gonna die anyway?

He was too busy browsing twitter when he bumped into another hunter, stumbling backwards.

"Kindly watch where you are going" He snapped, glaring at the hunter who had so rudely walked into him.

Jason watched the multitude of papers flutter everywhere, but made no move to pick them up. It wasn't his fault the guy dropped them anyway.

He focused his glare on the hunter before, his mouth curled up in a sneer at his apparent defense behind the paper. Talk about a pathetic show. This guy had no backbone what so ever.

"Well? aren't you going to clean that up?" he made a passing gesture at all the paper on the floor, tilting his chin up as if he was looking down at the other man. "It's not going to clean itself up you know."

It was amusing to watch this scrawny guy crawl around like a worm to pick up his filth, although upon second glance the papers themselves looked intriguing. They may have held some importance or some secrets. Death division was all about that stuff.

In fact he was so interested he actually bent down to pick some up, straitening as he looked over the ones with the red crystals and thorns. Then he saw the keys, and it was a struggle not to give any outward appearance he recognized them. s**t, did this little punk know about the one that he possessed?

Why did he have the stupid thing in the first place. Maybe he should just get rid of it.

He made no move to give the papers back to Lucky, intent on looking for anything else he could use to further his own gains.

"It's a lot better then your division, I can assure you." He smirked. "It has me in it for starters, and not you."