Black teeth... I'll have to buy this guy a toothbrush. She knew that bad hygiene wasn't the case, but it was funny in her head. The right corner of her mouth slightly lifted in a weak attempt to smile back at Lair. Fidgeting, she watched the soul be returned. Well, I learned one thing in school today: Souls can be placed back in their bodies by reapers. What was that he said? Was it a foreign tongue he spoke in? The silence was indeed uncomfortable, nearly causing a ringing in her ears. The light 'thunk' from the half severed arm falling to the floor produced a nearly silent giggle from her lips, though not because of the blood spurting from an artery, but the sound itself was odd. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of urine and she knew the demon kid must have been humiliated. She pinched the bridge of her nose shut while watching Lair continue his deed. He was teasing the student with death by cutting around his neck and she frowned, the expression hidden by her hand. The eye contact between herself and the reaper kept her still as stone, her discomfort growing from the sight inside that blackness. The kitsune nearly cringed from the decapitation, the heavy scent of blood suddenly masking the smell of the demon's piss. With shaking fingers, she took a slow step back from the decapitated head and Lair, her eyes trained on the scythe that continuously produced blood from its blade. "Very... Well done?" Her attempt at a compliment wasn't meant to be a question. Were reapers suppose to torture the things they kill?