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[phantom_earl]

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[misterblackbird]

[misterblackbird]

Are there curses going on in this town yet again?

[phantom_earl]

That does appear to be the case. You yourself seem to have aged backwards, Lord Cain.

[misterblackbird]

No, sir. That's impossible. I can't have aged backwards.

And you know my name, sir. You must be a friend of my father's--aren't you?

[phantom_earl]

So he remains oblivious to your own state. I suppose you are right, then. I must have momentarily mistaken you both.

[misterblackbird]

Oh, not at all, sir. It's perfectly all right.

[phantom_earl]

And do you find yourself well these days? I certainly hope no trouble has come to pass in your household.

[misterblackbird]

Yes, sir. We're all very well.

[phantom_earl]

That is good to hear. As always, you are welcome to the Phantomhive's stock of games and confectionery items. Consider it something to take your mind off the City for a bit.

[misterblackbird]

Thank you, sir, but I really couldn't. Father would never permit me-- wonder where I had gone. I ought to wait for him.

[phantom_earl]

It can be our little secret. Remember a cake leaves no evidence behind.

[misterblackbird]

Yes, sir, I know, but he'd still know-- Father doesn't like me to go out without his permission.

[phantom_earl]

A true shame, then. Is your father currently residing within the City?

[misterblackbird]

He is, yes. We've visited this place several times. I think Father must come here on business, because he is often away and I find myself waiting for him here. It's strange that he would bring me along and not bring Riff as well.

[phantom_earl]

And who is looking after you in the mean time?

[misterblackbird]

No one, sir. I'm simply waiting for my father. So long as I can stay awake--