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[prazerbutterfly]

Good evening. [The Portuguese Victorian gentleman who showed his true colors last month seems to be rather calm and normal this evening. The grey skin was gone and replaced with that smooth brown once more. Even his usual smile is back with a hint of a curve at the edges. At least he's wearing something a little more casual if not still fancy casual.]

I'm looking for a woman who doesn't like sincere compliments. Then again, most women here seem to be wary of that. Far too many men seem to mock with such things. Perhaps I'll stop. [Except he won't. He's quite the tease and flirt of a gentleman. It's in his nature to be honest about that kind of thing.] She's about this high, has red hair, a good body, perfect curves, eyes that could kill and perhaps a few markings on her skin. I wasn't sure if they were markings or blood when I was trying to kill her. I'm afraid I never got her name.

[He's talking about Lilith but unlike the others in Hadriel he's not apologizing for his actions. He enjoyed trying to kill both her and Kanda and the fight had given him quite the thrill. He was never a strategist and plunged right into that fight with so much of a warning. Such a shame it had to end so quickly.]

And Ponytail, if you're still alive, don't think I've forgotten about you.

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[wipedclean]

[The soldier is usually pretty stern, intimidating, all that jazz, but right now he's downright grumpy. And... snarly. Clearly he's not in a good mood.]

Why. The fuck. Are these fucking fireflies everywhere?

[Speaking of, here's one fluttering against his shoulder right now. His hand slams down on top of it, squashing it. He growls.]

They are getting in the way and they are making Steve forget he has to eat. Is there a way to stop them other than crushing them one by one?