#{{ colorless fantasy of war - MIKADO RYUUGAMINE }}

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     Chapter: @bluemoonmikado ;; Verse: XX:01

“...seems we missed all the fun, Heinz.” mused a dark-haired woman, leaning on an ornate cane. There was an amused smile splayed on her noble features, her brown eyes giving off a dangerous glint in the far-off darkness. She looked over at the somewhat shorter, stiff-looking young man next to her, his nose already buried deep into a book. He looked much less entertained, and seemed almost bored on the half-lit street. The young man said nothing in response, but he did nod absent-mindedly, obviously disengaged. She huffed.

“...what a killjoy.” Jezebel muttered, tapping the end of her cane on the ground with agitation. “You could at least acknowledge the mess out here.”

Heinz said nothing though as she said this, still deeply engrossed with his book as the woman marched on ahead of with with long, gay strides. Jezebel gazed around the warehouse with curiosity before her eyes settled on a slumped figure laying on the ground, a young boy from the looks of it. Without hesitating, she approached him, her brown eyes large with intense intrigue as she gently tapped his shoulder with the butt of her cane.

“My, my...what have we here? A young fella sleeping on the job? Not on my watch! Up, up with you! Let’s ankle! What are you, a dewdropper? We don’t have all day now!” She kept tapping him with her cane until she suddenly stopped, sighing with exasperation.

“The youth these days...so irrevocably lazy. Look at him, Heinz. Won’t get up when I tell him to. How disrespectful!”

It was at this moment, Heinz for once looked up from his story, and finally seemed to acknowledge the place and time they were at. He gazed at the young boy with nonchalance, then turned to Jezebel. “Ma’am, I think he may be injured.”

“Whaaaat?”

She bent over to look at his face more clearly. Seeing all the bruises and scratches, she gasped. “So, it seems! So, it seems! How perceptive of you, Heinz! Yes, this young fella right here is indeed very injured! You’re correct! Forget what I said, young man. Stay right there. Are you even awake? Wait, is he alive? Heinz, is he breathing?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Great! Nifty! Excellent! Can you speak, boy? C’mon, say something!”