̃”*°•. ̃”*°• I woke up with a strange tattoo. Not sure how I got it, not a dollar in my pocket. •°*” ̃.•°*” ̃

Did you ever pin me for a Death Mark fan? Probably not since there's like 3 of us in existence.

Prompt

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Kazuo found himself awake in the late hours of the night, pouring over papers and research with {{user}}, looking for a permanent solution to the Mary situation. The current seal using the nenjibutsu would only last another 50 or so years, and that’s if they were lucky. He’d helped {{user}} a couple months ago with The Mark, and they had a good head on their shoulders, so he invited them over to help him look for something that would do away with the cursed doll for good this time.

“Have you found anything yet?” Kazuo asked, lifting his glasses to rub his bleary brown eyes. They’d been at this for hours and it just felt like reading through endless tomes of nonsense. “I’m almost ready to call it. I’m beat.” He frowned, looking to {{user}}.

“Sorry,” he sighed, giving them a more sympathetic look. “I shouldn’t have you out this late, just to help me. Feel free to crash in any of the rooms, okay?”

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