twelfth trick

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[Ikki pops onto the Plane looking like he just got chucked out of a ramen factory. In fact, that's what he's covered in. From head to toe, what should be a nice suit and shirt combo is ruined by noodles and various bits of uzumaki. It smells good and it's still fresh, though Ikki is beyond eating it off himself, and more intrigued that someone else beat him to it.

He stares at his hands with a brand of morbid fascination, which, unlike the rest of him, have been licked clean.]

He fucking licked me. What the fuck.

[ooc: Ikki met a Contractor. And lived!]