[Caim is officially in the area. He's been given a room and an occupation. He doesn't even have to share with anyone. Isn't he a lucky guy? His room is barren. Of course it is. He came with nothing, except his sword, armour, and the clothes he wore. He's not wearing the armour, but he is wearing the same clothes, bloodstained and wonderful. Wearing
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How... beautiful...!
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The moment Raikov says 'beautiful', Caim's quick to look around his room. Of course, Caim doesn't think much of anything is beautiful, and even if he did, he couldn't say it.
He stares at Raikov a few moments longer and finally writes.]
"What?"
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Caim has, in all of his life, never ever been called beautiful. This spells all kind of awkward. So Caim's going to do what he does when he wants to try and avoid awkward things.
Kill.
Evade.]
"Who exactly are you?"
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[In other words, it's nice to meet him as long as Raikov isn't calling him beautiful.]
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"Correct. The one with hair that is likened to a broom."
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[He thinks about it]
Yeah, I guess he does...
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"A bit. He ought to keep it in better form."
[The prince doubts he even brushes it. Goose probably just rolls out of bed with it in and goes about his day.]
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"Really?"
[Raikov and Goose must be close...]
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"I will keep this in consideration."
[Not really, but...]
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