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[h3]Geneva, Switzerland
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#10 had been expecting boredom.

When his keeper had torn him from his work, saying they needed to leave for an [i]"important Church meeting"[/i], 10 was not pleased. He was to abandon his passion to attend a stuffy gathering of old priests talk about their affairs? While he was still in the throes of his muse, no less! 10 had most of his mind set on ditching Friedrich somewhere along the way and taking to the Parisian rooftops. But his keeper was not one to be left lightly, and so there he sat, his brow furrowed as they waited for the ballroom to fill, twiddling his thumbs beneath his cape in a way that was aggressively pointed at Friedrich.

But then the curtains where drawn, and 10's aggravated fidgeting paused. Less of a meeting, more of a show? His lips curved upwards, scowl becoming a smirk, and he sat a bit higher in his seat to watch the proceedings.

"How are things in Italy, Seraph?" 10 said, his gaze turned to his so-called sister, casually ignoring the order from his keeper. "Is our [i]wondrous[/i] Church treating you nicely there?"