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[regive]

Who: regive + sinnedexistence
When: Backdated to the day after Oz Vessalius' arrival.
Where: Er. First wherever Oz stayed for the night, then idk where.
Summary: Lily and Oz go on a playdate. This is not going to end well. Cry, Gilbert, cry.
Warnings: idk, man. Probably nothing.

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[regive]

Lily entered with a gust of autumn wind, a smile that stretched from one end of her face to another. She landed in the small apartment gracefully, whirling to face Oz with bright, bright eyes. While she knew the absolute minimal when it came to his role in their plans and his relation to Jack Vessalius, she generally split things into two camps -- things that she cared about, and things that she didn't. For now, his relation to Jack, as annoying as it was, fell into the latter camp, for in Lily's mind, Oz Vessalius was not Jack Vessailus. Jack Vessalius was already hated. Thus, it should be fine to play with Oz Vessalius.

That, and his relation with Gilbert Nightray. That was something she knew of rather well. This immediately made him very interesting. A part of her wanted to find out just what sort of man would associate with someone as mean as Gilbert. Another part of her wants to shove a knife down his throat so she can see Gilbert scream.

However, today was time for neither. He had said he would play with her, and not even she could kill someone who actually wanted to play with her. Beaming at Oz, she held out a hand.

"We're going to play, right?" A giggle. "So, let's play! I'll take you to somewhere good, and we can do lots of playing!"

[sinnedexistence]

"Of course we are, a promise is a promise."

A smile was given to the beaming girl, he had to admit he was curious to what a young girl like herself considered playing. When Ada was about her size, of course she played whatever Oz played, that was what she considered fun. However, she wasn't Ada, and so to say she was a Baskerville. A Baskerville who killed all those people during the tragedy hundred years ago. He wouldn't be surprised if she had a twisted thought of playing, but he was going to tag along whether he truly wanted to know or not.

"Alright then, after you Lily." He didn't leave the holding hand hanging, taking it into his own while making his way out, and just to be kind, "You're not cold, are you?"