[Anyone who makes a contract with him makes a contract with death. That simple. He'll probably even question his contractor five times before they make it, let's be real.
Eizen sees the other standing as he looks at his half-empty bottle of rum. Dude, he can't leave without his alcohol. But morals are nothing to him as he grabs a lid to cap it and pick it up by the neck, then downs whatever he had left in his glass. Like hell he's going to waste good rum. Soon, he's standing to join the other.]
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Eizen sees the other standing as he looks at his half-empty bottle of rum. Dude, he can't leave without his alcohol. But morals are nothing to him as he grabs a lid to cap it and pick it up by the neck, then downs whatever he had left in his glass. Like hell he's going to waste good rum. Soon, he's standing to join the other.]
Sounds good to me. Lead the way.