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And if I need a rhythm
Who: Hayato and YOU
What: Open Prompts around Trench
When: The month of February
Where: Willful Machine, The Raccoon Room, Trench city streets.
Content Warnings: Possible event warnings, which will be updated if it happens.
[Prompt 1: Willful Machine]
[Hayato was nothing if not adaptable. He’s lived a preposterously strange and dangerous life and if he was good and stuck here, then he had to make the best of it while he tried to understand his situation better. He was a people person, despite the often solitary life he had to live, and he found he did his best work immersing himself in the people around him. Trench was an endlessly fascinating, if baffling, city, and the people here were equally curious.]
[He’s spent plenty of time flagging down Sleepers for information, so this time he’s focusing a little on the locals. They’re friendly and more than willing to speak to him, which is nice, though a little strange. There’s a weird irreverence for Sleepers from the locals — Trenchies — and he’s not sure what to make of that.]
[For now he can be found speaking to a family just outside a clothing shop. It seems they’re explaining to him a bit about the philosophies of practical vs indulgent, and Hayato is listening with rapt attention. After a moment he asks for a picture, and delighted, the Trenchies oblige.]
[He steps back with his camera.]
Alright now. Say squid legs!
[The kids laugh, and Hayato snaps the photo. Pleased, he stands up and offers them a small card.]
Thanks a bunch for speaking with me. Once I’ve got the means to develop these, I’ll send you a copy, yeah?
[Looks like he’s free now.]
[Prompt 2: Raccoon Room]
[Hayato’s been popping in and out of places around town to get a feel for the atmosphere. He’s seen a lot of interesting places! Lot’s of nightlife it seems like. It doesn’t take him long to stumble onto the Raccoon Room, which he finds out quickly is Sleeper run and owned. That was interesting.]
[Liking the vibe, Hayato finds himself a booth to sit at with a drink. It’s quieter in here for the moment, and so Hayato has his camera, a notebook, and some scattered papers he seems to be pouring over while he looks up occasionally to people watch, or take in any performance that might be happening on stage. You’d think someone wouldn’t be able to get any work done with the noise of a place like this, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him any.]
[A fresh face with a unique sense of fashion, so clearly he is prime bothering material.]
[Prompt 3: He came with the storm]
[Beasts. This is what Anna had told him about. He sees now- they’re oddly far more grotesque than some of the monsters he’s had to fight, and yet, there is something sadder about it. These beasts were feral and vicious, but didn’t appear to be even remotely conscious of themselves.]
[It wasn’t like Shocker, or even Badan. Brainwashed monsters who spoke and acted with purpose. No …there was nothing like that in these Beasts, and so, the kindest thing to be done would be to put them down. He didn’t intend to take up the mantle of Hunter, but if he were in the right place at the right time, he wouldn’t turn his back on those who needed help.]
[And so, perhaps you are one of two options: 1. You happened to be in need of saving when the Beast came from the shadows with a roar. Or 2. You were already on the scene with the Beast and looked like you could use some help. Either way someone is in danger and back up has arrived in the dorm of a masked, armored figure.]
[A masked armored figure that greets the roar of the Beast by clocking it in the face and sending it hitting the ground with a bounce.]
Stay on your guard!
What: Open Prompts around Trench
When: The month of February
Where: Willful Machine, The Raccoon Room, Trench city streets.
Content Warnings: Possible event warnings, which will be updated if it happens.
[Prompt 1: Willful Machine]
[Hayato was nothing if not adaptable. He’s lived a preposterously strange and dangerous life and if he was good and stuck here, then he had to make the best of it while he tried to understand his situation better. He was a people person, despite the often solitary life he had to live, and he found he did his best work immersing himself in the people around him. Trench was an endlessly fascinating, if baffling, city, and the people here were equally curious.]
[He’s spent plenty of time flagging down Sleepers for information, so this time he’s focusing a little on the locals. They’re friendly and more than willing to speak to him, which is nice, though a little strange. There’s a weird irreverence for Sleepers from the locals — Trenchies — and he’s not sure what to make of that.]
[For now he can be found speaking to a family just outside a clothing shop. It seems they’re explaining to him a bit about the philosophies of practical vs indulgent, and Hayato is listening with rapt attention. After a moment he asks for a picture, and delighted, the Trenchies oblige.]
[He steps back with his camera.]
Alright now. Say squid legs!
[The kids laugh, and Hayato snaps the photo. Pleased, he stands up and offers them a small card.]
Thanks a bunch for speaking with me. Once I’ve got the means to develop these, I’ll send you a copy, yeah?
[Looks like he’s free now.]
[Prompt 2: Raccoon Room]
[Hayato’s been popping in and out of places around town to get a feel for the atmosphere. He’s seen a lot of interesting places! Lot’s of nightlife it seems like. It doesn’t take him long to stumble onto the Raccoon Room, which he finds out quickly is Sleeper run and owned. That was interesting.]
[Liking the vibe, Hayato finds himself a booth to sit at with a drink. It’s quieter in here for the moment, and so Hayato has his camera, a notebook, and some scattered papers he seems to be pouring over while he looks up occasionally to people watch, or take in any performance that might be happening on stage. You’d think someone wouldn’t be able to get any work done with the noise of a place like this, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him any.]
[A fresh face with a unique sense of fashion, so clearly he is prime bothering material.]
[Prompt 3: He came with the storm]
[Beasts. This is what Anna had told him about. He sees now- they’re oddly far more grotesque than some of the monsters he’s had to fight, and yet, there is something sadder about it. These beasts were feral and vicious, but didn’t appear to be even remotely conscious of themselves.]
[It wasn’t like Shocker, or even Badan. Brainwashed monsters who spoke and acted with purpose. No …there was nothing like that in these Beasts, and so, the kindest thing to be done would be to put them down. He didn’t intend to take up the mantle of Hunter, but if he were in the right place at the right time, he wouldn’t turn his back on those who needed help.]
[And so, perhaps you are one of two options: 1. You happened to be in need of saving when the Beast came from the shadows with a roar. Or 2. You were already on the scene with the Beast and looked like you could use some help. Either way someone is in danger and back up has arrived in the dorm of a masked, armored figure.]
[A masked armored figure that greets the roar of the Beast by clocking it in the face and sending it hitting the ground with a bounce.]
Stay on your guard!
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As the beasts circle, the robed woman closes in too without turning to face him. She doesn't make it all the way, just enough so that they got each other's backs covered without leaving any room for the beasts to break in-between. No words are needed; if he already understood the situation, then there's also no need to communicate a thing about the most practical formation.
The first attempt is made on her end. There's a quiet murmur of a word he may just be close enough to barely catch, followed by a faint flash and a cracking sound in the air. Then, a pained yelp and a soft thud; the beast doesn't manage to complete its lunge, intercepted by an arc of lightning powerful enough to knock it off-course and paralyze it whole. Incapacitated, it does not move again.
Two down already, and the bipedal nuisances on the ground don't look the least bit winded. There's no blind spot they can exploit, either; it has some beasts lower their heads and snarl in contempt, while a few others still in their attempt to get any closer. Any sign of uncertainty or dissent is eliminated when a chilling bark resounds through the alley, however, its source a beast almost twice the size of the two rendered unconscious glaring down at them from the roof of the tallest building in their immediate vicinity. The pack has a leader, evidently, and it doesn't look keen on retreat.
Then, as if they've all received the order, the rest also adopt a formation of their own, around at least half a dozen circling them and preparing to strike in unison. They may not be intelligent, but they are extremely fierce, vicious, and know how to hunt, having honed the art of biting and clawing out lives throughout generations. This may require a bit more planning...]
Can you handle it?
[His half, that is. There's less merit in trying to keep it down, now that they seem to have already attracted every member of the pack out for blood tonight.]
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[As they begin to close in on them, he falls easily into a stance of someone who’s well-trained and accustomed to battle.]
Yes.
[It’s said with a confidence that completely lacks arrogance. He’s fought much worse on his own and these creatures will not be what puts him down for good, after everything he’s been through. There may be a lot, but he’s more than up to the task, even knowing there is a leader somewhere further up, calling the shots of the pack.]
[As they make their move, it should be clear to her at least, that he is used to fighting with another, and watching her back is as seamless as the way he utilities his body as a weapon. Practiced, deadly martial arts that have been powered by whatever gives him his uncanny strength and speed. He manipulates their environment to his advantage and does not stop or slow down when he takes hits. He fights ruthlessly, with the purpose of ending the fight as quickly as possible.]
[He’s focused until the very end, unless his partner finds herself in trouble. Only then would he break his concentration to come to her side. If not, then they probably get through this mob swiftly and efficiently.]
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Yet silent as things may be now, quite a bit has been shown and proven: neither of them are stranger to fighting, they can more than pull their weight, and favour efficient dispatch that hinted at obligation over any sense of enjoyment derived from combat. She's tried on her end to avoid injuring the beasts as to not have their blood run freely too, though it's not immediately clear if he may have taken similar steps to minimize blood pollution. Beast blood's pungent odor would give it away sooner or later, but in the meanwhile, there's no longer any threat in their immediate vicinity.
With a quiet exhale, the woman finally turns to face the masked and armoured figure. She hasn't had the chance to get a good look at the unexpected help she's received tonight just yet, and while the voice sounded masculine, there's the possibility that some kind of voice changer may be at work. The armour plate appears male though, upon closer inspection, and that voice did sound vaguely familiar. Where had she heard it...?
She seems to be sizing him up, in any case, maintaining the silence with a neutral expression that doesn't betray any emotion. He did crash the scene unprompted, maybe he should be the one to say something about that first?]
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[…]
[Oh shit, is that Ciel??????]
[It’s a good thing he wears a full facial mask because the look on his face would be pretty funny! Luckily he keeps his reaction incredibly minimal and he debates for a few worried moments how to respond. In the end, the silence drags on just a moment too long before he speaks up. His voice is pitched just a little deeper but if Ciel is a perceptive person, she might still catch him.]
I think that was all of them. Have you sustained any injuries?
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But first things first. She's quite certain it's a man, and he doesn't look hurt either. That armor does appear sturdy, and the aesthetic is too...
tokusatsuheroic to be something native to Trench. Wherever this man is from, his getup highly likely came with him. If anything, it looks suspicious like......]
I'm okay. [She's not new to this, and neither is he, at least not where he's from. There isn't any trace of the friendly and cheery girl who
talked his ears offanswered questions and offered a croissant to a certain Ichimonji Hayato by the broadway, her attitude may pass her off as a different person completely were it not for the unmistakable look of her face. A twin? Not entirely impossible...]It was reckless of you to jump in, but thank you for your assistance.
[There may be a slightly chiding quality to how the first half of that sentence came out, but she doesn't seem to be joking around. Came with the storm, indeed...]
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[It’s not a bad thing, not really, even if it puts him in an awkward position, like this one.]
[He nods, not seeming bothered by her words, at any rate, or even her current demeanor. It’s pretty unmistakably Ciel, at least he thinks so, but he can definitely understand shifting gears when one has a job to do. Wearing the mask makes that a lot easier for him, but there was always a certain way Hongo could do it, that Hayato could never quite master, that clear divide between Rider and his human identity.]
Sorry if I caused you any unwanted trouble.
[He thinks this is probably a very good time to leave, and he takes a step back to do that, when something changes. It’s a shift he feels very deep in his body, like something was ticking that he hadn’t previously noticed until now. The timer is up and in his second step away- he seizes up.]
[That’s weird.]
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--Ah, but isn't this a waste? He's turning to leave without further ado, and she finds herself taking a small step forward.]
Wait. You did help incapacitate these beasts, their--?
[She doesn't manage to finish whatever she wanted to say. He didn't stop because she asked, she's intrinsically aware of that much. What's going on? She doesn't sense the pack leader with reinforcements, the alley is still quiet and calm. Is he okay, or had he picked up on something that she failed to account for...?]
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[Ah, that’s probably what it was. His blood.]
— Shit!
[He drops to one knee, clutching at his chest for a moment before there’s a brilliant flash of light. What’s there in the aftermath is someone familiar, struggling not to collapse.]
[He is also choking up a not insignificant amount of blood.]
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--It didn't matter. If there was any doubt before, the disappearance of it in a flash made it unmistakable and undeniable.]
Ichimonji-san!
[Her expression immediately collapses, and she's at his side within the next second, one gloved hand steadying his back to ensure he doesn't fall while the other raises a piece of cotton handkerchief to his chin. The strong scent of flora confirms it: Vileblood, use to numb and poison from what she's read and heard. The quantity of blood doesn't distract her, but she is trying hard to discern if it's "only" coming out of his mouth. What caused it? His transformation? More importantly, can she even heal it or at least soothe whatever that's happening to his body, given their Sleeper physiology and his particular brand of blood?
There's no way to know, so she tries. If it doesn't work, then nothing should happen (theoretically), but if it does, maybe it'll clear his lungs up, or make whatever he's going through somewhat more bearable. He may feel a cooling sensation from where her hand is steadying him at his back, she'll be sharply monitoring his situation regardless of how it may progress. He's... quite unlucky too, isn't he?]
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[He does not appear to be bleeding from anywhere, thankfully. It seems like whatever happened was entirely internal, and it had to come up somewhere. Unfortunately, it’s doing a hell of a number on him. He struggles to breathe for a few, horrifying moments before he chokes out:]
That’s never-!
[He turns his head to cough, and hopefully between that and her handkerchief he manages not to get anything on her. Whatever healing she’s using, does actually help, though. Whatever’s causing him problems starts to elevate just a bit, and when he clears his throat again, it sounds much better.]
That’s never happened before.
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But people in this 'business' sure can agree on never wanting to falter in front of another, yes. How can you protect a city if you can't look after yourself? She wouldn't blame him, but she understands. There's only a sliver of relief - that this is happening in front her where she can do something to help, rather than on his lonesome away from where anyone can lend a hand. For that would surely be the worst alternative, struggling alone with a unknown affliction never experienced before.]
...Easy. Please don't force yourself, sit down if it may help. [It's fine if this gets messy. Obtaining Trench-appropriate hunting gear was among the first things she did, commissioning a robe similar in design to her habit with better protective material and starting to wear gloves as advised by the locals.]
Our bodies changed when we awoke in this world, a lot can affect us in inexplicable ways here. [The taro buns were benign, the shedding less so, and she's sure she'll bear witness to plenty more for as long as she retains her sense of self under this Pthumerian sky. More importantly, what more can she do for him? He doesn't seem to be in danger of choking on his own blood, but he can't exactly be called stable, either. Would a local blood minister be of any help...?]
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[Kamen Rider as a separate entity is a warrior for justice, a being who fights evil from the shadows. He will always have to stigma of being made in the same image as the monsters he fights. He could accept that so long as he could continue being Hayato on his own terms. When the agency of that divide is inevitably ripped out of his hands, there’s always something to grieve there.]
[He stops struggling after a moment, and thinks better of trying to move while he’s in this state. With resignation, he sits down, leaning against the wall of the alley. He lets out a low chuckle but it’s not very humorous. If anything he looks contrite.]
My blood doesn’t play nice with certain parts of my body. I guess …that form must have put too much strain on it. [That’s the only explanation he had, anyway. It made sense when he’d dealt with his blood melting parts of his cybernetics in the past.]
I’m very sorry Ciel-san, I’ve inconvenienced you quite a lot tonight.
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Well then, you mustn't strain yourself again in the future! Still, you should go see a Blood Minister to be on the safe side. I don't know a reputable one myself, unfortunately, but you should have your condition looked at as soon as possible. [She's openly frowning now, watching him with careful concern and not quite able to keep the mildly admonishing tone out of her voice.]
Please don't apologize, you haven't done anything like that at all. You were trying to help, and you had no idea this could happen. Where do you live, Ichimonji-san? I'll take you home.
[The aloof guise from before completely abandoned, she's now actively fretting over him as if she simply came across him injured, the details of their earlier circumstances completely cast aside when he's sporting such a nasty splatter at the front of his shirt. ...Is it dissolving the material? Vileblood does supposedly have potent toxic abilities, but she wouldn't be able to say for sure when her limited firsthand experience only involves her own type. Either way, she's certainly not going to just leave him there, and he's got another thing coming if he's hoping to wave her off and head back on his own.]
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[Nothing good’s ever come from being poked at by a doctor, you see. Especially not to someone like him.]
Don’t worry, I heal quick, promise. If… [He pauses, because he already knows her to be the sort to fuss, and adds.] If I’m not in better shape after some sleep, I’ll look into it.
[His clothes are intact, for now! If Ciel were to really keep an eye on it, the fabric would be fine …but any inorganic material like say, a button or a zipper, will start to melt and dissolve. His specific blood seems to target inorganic materials and leaves the rest alone. Even if Ciel managed to get some on her, she’d find it’s effects on her skin to be remarkably mild.]
[Anyway, he doesn’t fight her on taking him home. He’s learned!]
I have a studio in Willful Machine. It’s a little bit of a walk, I’m afraid.
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The specifics of what his spilled blood does to different types of material is noted from the corner of her eye, she doesn't linger beyond making a mental note.]
You need to eat, too. Do you have enough provision stocked? [He is absolutely correct, and if it's starting to sound like she may come over with food to his place herself if need be, it's very much not just his imagination.]
That's okay, I can carry you. You shouldn't exert yourself more than you already have. [She plainly states without batting an eyelash, looking and sounding as serious as she is confident. Potential imagery issues aside, while it's probably not difficult to believe she can lug more than what her looks may suggest after that skirmish with the beasts, would it make apparent how his body may not weight the same as a normal person's...?]
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[Ah, about food.]
I- uh. [Geez.] You’ll be disappointed by what I have, but it’s because I really don’t need to eat. …Normally, anyways.
[Which is to say, he probably should, in this case. It’ll probably help his blood replenish. At her suggestion of carrying him, Hayato is already trying to get back to his feet. It would be a blow to his pride to get bridal carried home, but also now he can’t quite get around the elephant in the room here, which is his nature.]
No, no, I can walk- I don’t doubt your strength, Ciel-san, but I’m a lot heavier than I look.
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Well, she knows better than to drill an injured person, but don't think she'll forget about this anytime soon!!]
Then what do you normally do to recover your strength? Food and rest are the two best remedies, and trying to walk when you're like this isn't going to help you get better! [...Alright, now she's chiding him. But she isn't going to try to literally sweep him off his feet either
just yet, opting to prop him up by sliding an arm beneath his shoulder at his side to support him and gradually help him stand instead. She's carefully watching his reaction, it'll give her a general idea of his weight too; he doesn't look nearly steady enough to NOT end up leaning on her via the laws of physics alone, so he'll have to simply accept her help, one way or another.]--Easy, now. We have time, so please take it slow.
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[He is much more amendable to being supported this way, and it’s probably clear from what he does lean on her that he does need the help. She can also tell he’s pretty dang heavy. Heavy enough that he has a mostly rational fear of airplanes.
If one goes down over the ocean nothings going to stop him from sinking like a rock, you know?]Rest is usually enough. Rest and repairs.
[He keeps a slow pace. If she wants to ask questions, this is probably a good time, since they have a ways to go.]
I don’t think whats wrong will warrant me popping open my insides, though. It takes a lot to impede the self-healing aspect of my body. [He lets out a low chuckle.] Haaa, I could be wrong, though! My blood is organic now, so maybe I do need to start eating. I wonder if I can buy orange juice in this place.
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Then you would want to find a mechanic you can trust as soon as possible, ideally. [She doesn't bat an eyelash at his indirect confession of being perhaps more machine than man, as if he's simply told him the letter of his blood type of the Earthly variety. Vampires, onis, elves, a giant rat man... Someone whose body may be more metal than flesh who dons a masked and armored getup that looked suspiciously bug-like going around playing hero is not the weirdest thing she's come across, not by a long shot.
...
Ah well. She'll humor him for now, letting him lead the pace, but at the rate it's going, she might change her mind and opt for a different sort of transportation later on if this takes TOO long. Don't want to take all night, yes? And those beasts they left back in the alley COULD fetch nicely on the market, it would be a shame to lose them to scavengers. Not that it'd be too bad even if something like that were to happen, she can probably recoup this easily enough some other night later on.]
Our bodies may be different now, but I doubt vitamin C will help you recover from something like this. You should at least try a balanced diet with plenty of protein. If you want to look like a healthy young man, then of course you should also eat like one!
[It would be a good time to ask questions, wouldn't it? But there he is, getting lectured on diets while also being crutch carried back to his place after an attempt to be heroic spectacularly backfired. Just another night in Trench apparently, at least from the way she seems to be taking all this in stride...?]
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I’ve been looking, don’t worry. It’s just hard to find someone in that specific niche without having to go straight to the network.
[Which he may have to just bite the bullet and do. He’s not looking forward to it.]
Eeeeeh? Are you telling me I don’t look good for thirty-eight, Ciel-san?
[She is taking it all in stride, so Hayato isn’t going to hold back with teasing, now. This is what she gets for all the fussing: Hayato being a pain int he ass.]
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Why haven't you? It's possible to send messages anonymously through the Omni, and people post all sorts of things publicly there. I don't think asking about mechanics would look out of place.
[Unless he's worried about his true identity that is, but it's part of why she raised the anonymous point.]
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She is Looking - or well, more Side-Eyeing him (as they keep walking), and not being the least bit subtle about it.]
Goodness, that means you're practically an old man. [It does not, but that doesn't matter right now.] I'm aware that the Japanese hobby of cosplaying isn't seen as something childish like dressing up, but doesn't that still make you past your prime? Gallivanting out at night like a superhero at your age, what if you threw out your back - or worse?
[WELL. If this is how he wants to play, who is she to spoil his fun? Throwing shades at his unexpected malfunction isn't nice, no, but he IS all but asking for it. It's a good sign, though; if he's well enough to joke around, then there shouldn't be anything truly dangerous and pressing to worry about.]
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So cruel, so cruel! Why can't I relive my glory days every once in a while? It's but the humble wish of an old man! Not to mention, someone has to keep all these whippersnappers in line.
[Yes, it seems like he will be just fine. The real concern would have been if he'd been unable to be a pest. That is Hayato's true self.]
wb, hope RL's better for you now o/
Because then you malfunction and throw up blood all over the place, Ichimonjiji. [Yeah he didn't mishear that,] But goodness, how extra rude of me to make an injured old man walk. Up you go, then; please hang on and tell me once we're close to your studio, okay?
[is he ready to get his metal butt carried because (with a faint 'hmph!', he IS heavy but she's pretty confident she'll manage) it's happening, and she'll be picking up pace to something more of a jog. Now are we doing this the easy way (behave), or the hard way (or don't)...]
yes, thank you o/
[Ichimonjiji. Okay, so maybe that one is a blow to his pride because he's not that old, come on Ciel-san, he was kidding-]
Eeeeeh?!
[NEVERMIND, she's picking him up! Just like that! This is the first time he has been grateful neither his partner or best friend are here right now because he'd never live this down actually.]
Ciel-san, there really isn't a need to go that far-!
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