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He had to tilt his head slightly to meet the German's eyes, but that didn't seem to bother the shorter man. Behind the smooth, expressionless mask of a Japanese handling an ignorant gaijin, oddly-blank blue eyes offered a smile; sly, almost secretive. "Of course I'm stark raving mad, Schuldig," he commented, tone conversational. Pleasant stretch of sunshine we're having. Warm for winter. "I'm a Taketori. You might wish to keep that in mind. Especially if you're going to be in mine."