[Smoker's not sure what to do with the "deathsickle" he'd been carrying around for the last week. Even in another world he'd been hesitant to use it... and here in Luceti he just wanted to throw it away. It wasn't him. Not that Smoker had a problem with violence; hell he was all for beating his enemies to a pulp, but there was a certain pride he'd always taken at using his jitte or own two hands. Then again, as a shinigami... or how he'd once thought it was; he didn't have to fight very often to begin with. Not in a truly testing one's limits way that Smoker sometimes worried he practically lived for. If that was how Grell felt fighting the demon, then it was no wonder she craved more of it. Assuming that part was even real. It was confusing.]

[For now, Smoker decided to just go back to his routine as if everything was normal. With one minor exception that included getting Lupin early. The other man hadn't been around for the week, which wasn't too strange given the Shift, but it also meant that he was probably getting fidgety, and it only took five minutes of knowing Arsene Lupin III to spot that as dangerous. And so it is that Smoker hunts him down -- perhaps just to reaffirm to himself that he was indeed the White Hunter and hadn't gotten rusty -- and stands at Smoker's door with the same no-nonsense attitude he always has.]

Come on, you're coming for lessons today, and I don't care whether how many sessions you've had with Detective Chun-Li or not. [To the point and gruff as always.]