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"It's not supposed to be like this, you bastard. I'm supposed to walk in and kick your scrawny Chinese ass. Scrawny immortal Chinese ass." He corrects himself quickly, fumbling for his lighter. He has never needed a cigarette more than he needs one right now.

"Oh really?" D's voice is light and neutral, and if Leon hadn't been listening very carefully, he might have missed the slight tremor to it.

"Yeah, really. You're supposed to have tea ready and a cake and shit, and the goddamn goat thing's supposed to be here trying to take a chunk out of me - "

"T-chan will be so pleased to find that his ministrations mean so much to you," D says dryly. "I think it is most fortunate for us both that we're on opposite ends of a phone line."