[ Hello, Johto. Cue a laugh (クフフ).
Fluttering of wings audible over the PokéGear, then something which sounds rather reminiscent of a hoot (though it is daylight), and the slightest sound of fingertips (gloved, as it were) exploring the touch screen. ]
I believe it would be safe to say this is not the location I had in mind. [ -- yeah, is that
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Sebastian's at his best, all bright, unassuming smiles and pleasantly melodious tones. ]
Ah, you must be Mukuro-sama. [ Is that a little sarcastic? Maybe, but it sure doesn't sound like it. ] How lovely for Miss Chrome.
[ That was completely unsarcastic, but oh, so displeased. Still and all, he sounds absolutely delighted. ]
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Such formal manners are of course a delight to encounter in this modern age.
[ -- sarcasm? yeah, who knows with Mukuro. ]
My, I take it my Chrome has been very vocal about me.
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She has indeed. [ If 'my Chrome' grates on Sebastian's nerves at all, he doesn't show it. ] She's been singing your praises since I met her.
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What a coincidence that you are the second man of a past generation I've encountered of late.
[ This isn't going to lead to another tea invitation, is it.
AND A PAUSE -- ]
Has she now? I should hope I won't disappoint.
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Your Mukuro hm?
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[He leans forward folding his hands under his chin and resting his elbows on his knees.] I'm an acquaintance of Miss Chrome Dokuro, Ciel Phantomhive. She speaks rather fondly of you.
There's also the fact that replies to these posts aren't private, and may be seen by anyone. [Yeah, he was totally spying on your convo wit h Chrome.]
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[ Ah. Isn't this lovely. Mukuro recognizes an infuriating little brat when he sees one, having been one himself not too many years ago.
Just. Smiling. ]
So many precocious acquaintances she seems to have acquired.
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[ yeah buddy you sure are lucky Mukuro knows it was Spade who took Chrome -- even so, you look like a complete asshole, staring like that, so have a stare back.
EVEN HOOT HOOT IS GLARING. ]
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Lovely day, isn't it.
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What sort of matters?
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Meetings with ghosts never end well. [There is just a hint of a smile, finding its away across his face.]
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