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[color=bf00ff]"Oh? Thank you very much miss."[/color] 

Michael took the young lady's offer with a light bow, before taking the knife by the blade. After a spin by the finger, the hilt was now firmly in his palm. A sleek aesthetic-pleasing shape covered in silver and gold evenly split along the edge, while the handle was marbled with the royal indigo symbol of the ancient centuries old empire. Its extravagant craftsmanship was obviously and blatantly not designed for cutting apples, nor for battlefield combat, and more like a relic of prestige, a symbol of wealth and power. And it is one. Michael was secretly pitying this piece of artwork, for when he flipped the blade to the other side, the name that tarnished this mastercraft was carved into it: Donster.

He had heard of that name. Way before Michael even knew about war. A name that made a spiritual idol that was his mother to curse. A stain to the upper classes of Edinburgh. Perhaps little did the girl knew that Michael also held his own inner hatred for that snake as well, but at least they never bothered enough of each other. The Viscount's son probably didn't tick enough boxes for him to release his shenanigans on him. 

Looking over to one of his old squadmate and yes, it made sense. Some sense. 

[color=fff257]"Do you really need to be that pedantic?"[/color]

He heard Andrew asked as Michael sliced the apple in half from the top, using his palm as a stopping point. Then he kept the apple just in place and split two into four. After finally getting rid of the core with a few more slices, he finally gave his answer, in a form of an apple slice to the man in the hatch. 

[color=bf00ff]"You don't wanna share an apple when eaten whole."[/color] 

Besides, they taste better when cut.

[color=fff257]"Well we sure don't."[/color] Andrew chuckled, as he promptly showed Michael the hand. [color=fff257]"I'm alright. I don't move enough."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"No?"[/color] Michael instead turned back to the Darcsen girl behind him, handed her back the knife and one slice of apple. [color=bf00ff]"You want some?"[/color] 

Meanwhile, Andrew's boredom of constantly having to sit watching the sceneries were interrupted by the Sergeant walking behind his vehicle. She did mention about not acting like a Sergeant, but he didn't see much of a difference. It was just a petty rank. He had seen even higher brasses acting with recruit's mentalities. Yet they were there. Hopefully it meant something. 

[color=fff257]"I'd say another twenty-minute walk, from what they told us. But the road ahead might be a little rough for vehicles, but I think we'll be just fine."[/color] 

He just turned away a little and back, and suddenly someone was already sneaking up to the Sergeant earlier. He couldn't hear what they were saying to each other due to the engine right behind him, but they seemed like intimate fellows. That's nice and dandy. Then something popped up from within her clothes through her collar. A tiny little furball of fluff, with strangely starry eyes that were seemingly begging him for something. It's kinda...kinda...

[color=bf00ff]"That's a cute cat."[/color] Michael said, also noticing the little guest on the convoy. [color=bf00ff]"Right Andrew? You used to own cats, don't you?"[/color] 

[color=fff257]"What?"[/color] Andrew was caught off-guard by Michael's calling. [color=fff257]"Ah, no. It was my workplace's pet. And yeah..."[/color] His eyes turned back to the small cat still on her collar. [color=fff257]"I like...his cute little eyes."[/color]
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