How's My Driving?

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[Demonic subspace never makes sense. It obeys most of physics, sure, but there is something about the skewed perspective of the walls that makes you realize this room shouldn't exist in the real world. The walls are mossy green and highly stylized with gold filigree, but everyone notices the white marble torsos of humans and horses emerging from ( Read more... )

[Sebastian turns his head to the side and then stops in front of the mirror that's glinting in his peripheral vision. One hand is holding the plate, but the other is free to make one more adjustment to the head butler's pin that has returned to its distinguished spot on his lapel. Tanaka was more than willing to return it to him, joking that its ( Read more... )