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[@TheRedWatcher][@Alias]

How interesting how quickly the man in the red suit ran outside with his girlfriend? He only had two theories, the relationship is a newly found alliance or they were having troubles at home. His eyes curiously lingered on the newly found alliance being forged by his new partner Yuno and Ketsu. 

Ketsu boldly flaunted himself in front of Yuno, even if Ketsu was not aware of the things he was showing or believed he was exposing. Every little tick, every little movement, word that left their lips spilled a little more about who they were as people. 

It was not worth the joke to stand here for the lovers talking outside, but it allowed him to watch Yuno and Ketsu for a little while. Jenga, and chess. All the little things people did to try and impress the opposite sex. 

[i][center]“So, what do you do?” she could not stop staring at his side of the face. She tried to hide it, pretending to look at a married couple she kept pointing out. An older couple, hair gone white, probably been together through the worse and best times. He couldn’t think of a single detail that made this woman interesting. He couldn’t remember her face very well, just another faceless somebody he long had forgotten because she lacked a quality that made her mind something he’d hold onto. 

“I’m an investigator,” he replied dryly, as if to try and express his disinterest. Actually fantasizing about the ways she could die was starting to become more interesting than this date Reinhold had set him up with.

“Right and that’s how you know Clement,” she says, “He mentioned you. He said I’d like your profound insight into the world. He’s your or was your senior investigator, right?”

He nods. At this point a knife in her throat would be the quickest to get her to stop talking. Fake engagement. She wasn’t really interested in him. She found him disturbing in a way. He could tell by her closed legs and defensive posture.

“So he talked me up in order to get you here,” he tells her. She takes a sip of her red wine.

“You have hobbies?” she ask him quickly.

“Jazz music, if that counts, swing too,” he replied because it’s the social etiquette to delve into your personal taste when someone ask you that question.[/center][/i]

“Sorry about that, the boyfriend got jealous,” she said rather candidly to see how this prince would respond, “Let me get you that autograph now.”

He stared at the man in red for a second. Was it jealousy he was expressing? Or something else he wondered? His tense body posture could be a number of things and he didn’t know enough to gain further insight. 

The girl, however, wore her genuine nature on her sleeve. A trait so easily taken advantage of. Yet, curious how she had one in the first place. So optimistic and bright. If anything interested him the most today it would be this girl. He might not be fond of her music. Her on the other hand. She be easy to open up, but only to see what lie inside her mind.

“No worries,” he told her in his usual dry manner, though he tried to be as cordial as he could, “We’re clearly mere mortals in the presence of a divine madam such yourself.” He paused attempting a joke, but also he was curious as to what the girl said, “If you were any ordinary individual I might have told you as payment for walking out, Mizuki-san was talking to me about the movies. I may have insisted a double date.”

He attempted a small laugh. A girl like her might not catch how robotic it might sound. But he could imitate what a laugh sounds like. He didn’t find the comment interesting. He didn’t find them interesting enough for them to agree. He simply wanted to see how the girl may react. 

The joke he attempted was not worth all this effort.