Deviation Actions
Stein called Crona to the Death Room. Upon him walking in Crona's eyes widened
"L-Lady S-Sorre? W-What are you d-doing here?" Crona stuttered.
"Don't call me that, you should only call your elders 'Lady" and I'm two years younger than you..."
"I'm sorry..." Crona muttered before Ragnarok popped out of his back "Look who it is! It's Lady Screw-Hair,"
"Aw! Ragnarok! You're so tiny!" Sorre giggled, ignoring the insult.
"W-Why are you here? Witches are forbidden here..." Crona asked.
"Helping out an old friend, and asking Lord Death something, I had you summoned to prove I'm of good intention,"
"Are you going to ask Lord Death about... THAT?" Crona's eyes widened.
Sorre nodded. "But not as broad, only applying to me,"
"Well, that would be a bit easier, I mean, the only reason you're a witch is so you can learn magick, not destroy everything,"
Ragnarok began pulling Crona's hair and punching him "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT!?"
"Can you stop bullying him for one second? It's not helping anything," Sorre told Ragnarok.
"WHAT'S IT TO YOU!?" Ragnarok screeched.
"Please stop, I can't have a conversation and be beat at the same time, I don't think I can handle that!" Crona cried.
Sorre walked up to Ragnarok and swatted him away "Pest, what did Crona ever do to you?"
Ragnarok mumbled curses before slowly returning to Crona's spine.
"T-Thank you..."
"Crona, you can return to class," Stein told Crona.
Sorre shook Crona's hand "Nice to see you again, Crona,"
Crona smiled and left.
"I'm impressed, Crona only talks that much when he's around Maka," Stein told her.
"Crona and I've know eachother since I was taken in. Anyways, I have a proposal to make, Lord Death,"
"What is it?" Lord Death said in a more serious tone than usual, but still in his silly voice.
"I wish to enter the DWMA,"
