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[soulphile]

[ Getting kidnapped by the Malnosso isn't something Sebastian honestly expected to happen. While he did predict Ciel's mallynapping, he was not expecting to be overpowered by those thingsThat isn't to say he didn't immediatly recover from the experience, no, rather he hopped right to a store to replace his tatted clothing, and then went about his

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[kakeravoyager]

You're back too now?

[The voice comes from an isle of the grocery shop, close by Sebastian. It's not hard to notice someone a foot taller than her so standout. Bern is looking for new tea mixes herself, along with ingredients for mustard rice cakes. She was wondering where he went since seeing Ciel before.]

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[soulphile]

[ ... ah. ]

That is so, Lady Bernkastel. I was delayed, it seems.

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[kakeravoyager]

Very much so. It's unfitting for furniture to not assist their master in a time of need. [Not that seeing Ciel jumping around like a paranoid rat proved boring] I was sure he was going to die from all his blood loss too.

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[soulphile]

It would be most unfitting for my [ dinner ] Master to die in such a manner. I assure you, he is quite hardy. [ being tortured by cultists has its effects, you see? ] Though I do owe him a deep apology. [ he looks back at the apples, and grabs hold of one with his white gloved hand. apple pie? maybe some kind of filling for a cake? hmmm. ]

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[falenandawn]

[Frey was browsing the store for, of all things, more bandages. Sebastian’s dear master shot him in the arm in thanks for his help, and he’d have to keep it bandaged for several days yet until it healed enough.

He pauses, though, when he spots Sebastian. Who was he again...?] Hello.

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[soulphile]

[ ... ah! He believes he recognizes this young one, and so he nods curtly, a kind smile on his smiles. ] Good afternoon, sir. Do you require my help?

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[falenandawn]

Eh? No... [A pause. Oh. Oh.] Sebastian, was it?

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[soulphile]

How kind of you to remember my name, Mister Falenas.

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[ashesandpearls]

[Ugh. You. You're the reason she can't be passed out drunk right now. Or, well, one of them. But she isn't in the mood to differentiate.

Why does she have to be approaching the same store as you?]

[ashesandpearls]

[But like hell is she going to let your presence chase her off either. She's sure she can restrain herself from the impulse to attempt to take off your head.

In fact, her smile seems very genuinely polite.]

Welcome back.

[soulphile]

[ oh, it's her! he just flashes her a ~dazzling~ smile and turns back to the apples. ]

Thank you, Liutenant.

[ashesandpearls]

[She continues on past him and stops, parallel to his back, as if she just remembered something.]

Have you seen your Master?

1/IDK. I might have fun with it.

[crytearsofjoy]

[So Winry was totally eying up that basket of apples for herself.]

[crytearsofjoy]

[When out of the corner of her eye she sees someone else interested. Perhaps she'll back away and pick up apples another da-]

[crytearsofjoy]

[Oh no it's him. The guy who pointed the rifle to her face.]

[crytearsofjoy]

[What should she do? Take the apples out of spite and hope he doesn't kill her? Or run away now before he notices?]

[catus_carnival]

[eyeing your figure right now Sebastian because wow you are tall.]

Meow...a tall guy.

[soulphile]

Pardon?

[ ... did someone just say "meow"? ... he is fond of felines, but-- ]

[catus_carnival]

I'm over here, meow.

[soulphile]

[ ... he looks over at the sound of the voice and -- ... what a peculiar appearance this one has. ]

Hello.