[Something's been bothering Argentine since Sawako brought up Christmas things. Well, 'bothering' in a sense. It means here that it was a thought he had in the back of his head on occasion while cleaning ( Read more... )

[Now that it's raining - blood but Argentine doesn't know that - the statue has come out to play! Well, more like he's come out to stare at the sky, head tipped back in confusion. The rain doesn't bother him at all despite getting in his eyes, though it does bother his raccoon. He currently has it bundled into his coat where it seems content to ( Read more... )

[There is a coin operated boy sitting on the Plane. Well, he isn't coin operated but a few people might know he's a statue now. Either way, he seems oblivious to everything around him. He has one of his sleeves rolled up and is examining his arm, which doesn't look quite human and has tiny cracks running down it. With a slight frown, he runs his ( Read more... )

[Argentine stands on the Plane, in his regular clothes and not his butler outfit. He doesn't seem troubled. In his hands, he holds two long, thin boxes.]

Miss Rose? I am waiting for you.

[After a slight pause, straightening up.] Creator, I need you as well.

[Today, Argentine is seated at a grand piano playing away. The melody is surreal and haunting, throwing itself between emotions and never seeming to stick to one longer than a minute. It isn't a familiar song and occasionally it simply drifts off into something that doesn't fit with the part that came before it in the slightest ( Read more... )

[When Argentine appears in the labyrinth, he isn't too concerned. In fact, the first thing he does is start looking at the designs on the walls. It is elegant and crafted in a way that reminds him of Hikari art. Except, of course, it is an imitation. It is both insulting and interesting ( Read more... )

[Argentine is crouching on stone pillar which he's brought with him. He was resting, just thinking, and decided to sit here in the hopes of running into someone. The snow, however, has taken him off guard and he tips his head up to look at the sky.]

...Is there art dreaming somewhere? [He reaches up a gloved hand to catch some snow.] How strange.

[Argentine is wandering through Crane's library. He seems a bit aimless in his search; he supposes a book might somehow interest him if he walks through the aisles. There's too many books to just go through them all. At least, right now ( Read more... )

[Argentine arrives on the Plane, butler outfit and all, looking only somewhat surprised by what he sees. He tilts his head and glances up to watch a shooting star pass slowly overhead. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and distant, if it can be heard at all.] The realm of another work...? [He shuts his eyes and stands perfectly still.] No. ( Read more... )