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[posterboywraith]

Day: 14
Characters: Face, Belphegor
Summary: Face plays tour guide, because he's good with crazy people or bored or something.
When: Night, after their conversation
Where: Around the asylum, starting by Belphegor's cell.
Status: closed; incomplete

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[razor_smiles]

The blonde had waited for not too long when he had heard the knock on the door. He quickly opened it with a toothy smile, his lips curled up in a way that sort of made him look as if he actually belonged here. In all honestly, he probably should be in an asylum.

Bel snickered quietly open seeing the other, and tilted his head a little, his eyes completely obscured from view as always. "Congratulations, you are the first peasant here who was able to see the prince. Don't you feel honored? Because you should."

He let out another laugh and pushed the door open further, smoothly slinking out of the tiny room and standing as tall as he possibly could. Which wasn't really all that tall, as much as he hated to admit. It's sort of hard to be intimidating when you're a scrawny kid who wears a tiara.

[posterboywraith]

Alright, so he had not expected the tiara. And, for the record, he approved completely. He raised a slightly curious eyebrow but otherwise did not comment. It was no weirder than Janson and his Ewok thing back home.

"Oh, lucky me. Please allow me a moment to compose myself." He replied, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "Basking in majesty is very overwhelming after all."

Shaking himself dramatically the scarred pilot added, "Right, so, tour. Are we starting with the cell? Because I would have hoped you'd already viewed it on your own. It's not very exciting."

[razor_smiles]

"A common reaction," he easily lied. Most people never believed him when be boasted about himself, and he had an inkling that Face didn't particularly care about his royal bloodline. He should, though. Everyone should care.

Bel glanced back into his cell, leaned forward slightly as he looked. "That's very true. It's cold too, but I doubt they'll go out of their way to make it nicer." He shrugged, a small sigh punctuating the end of his sentence. Being here was troublesome, especially considering that he can't even remember how he had gotten here to begin with. Boss certainly won't be happy with him when he gets back. Hopefully it won't end in the man killing him for being missing. Belphegor would like to live to at least twenty, please.

He closed the door to the cell with his foot, and shifted his attention back to Face. "Lead the way, Face-peasant. The prince is sure that you can make this little journey interesting. Or I'd have to cut off your feet."

[posterboywraith]

Face eyed him thoughtfully for a moment, still keeping things casual. He was getting a lot of weird vibes off this kid, which was always fun. Oh granted he had not expected sane and charming royalty but it was still fun to try and pick things up from body language. He had to do something with his time after all.

He laughed at the peasant thing, genuinely amused and kind of thrilled by it. "Would you feel better knowing I'm a captain in the military? I think those are allowed to pal around with royalty, provided the grovel at regular intervals." He started down the hallway as he spoke because the patient cells were pretty self-explanatory. The tour did not really start until they got out of the corridor.