Torture; Flames

Lambo seemed impatient and unhappy with the lack of attention, and so kept pushing her face against the skylark’s side. Unfortunately for the cow, Kyoya was good with keeping his balance, and just patted her head in order to make her calm down. It was Alexander’s question that had him sighing out heavily a second later, and the raven clicked his tongue.

Small and simple- a staff housing facility? Alexander didn't know much about religion, but he knew that Christian Priests lived next to their churches, so maybe it was the same here. Probably the best for them to be as close to work as possible, so they could tend to midnight prayer shit or something like that.

He entered the building once the taller man opened the door for him, and quickly dumped the ashes into a bin by the wall. There was a tiny pot mark on his skin where the embers had caught and burned him- whatever; that kind of mark would be gone in less than a week. Barely even stung.

Still, he should probably remember to not smoke on religious grounds.

Should he tell Alexander that the police had not been contacted about that? That it hadn’t been the defense force the one to retrieve the body and investigate the case?

Such details shouldn’t be exposed however — so the skylark just shrugged, eyes shifting to the cow next to him as Lambo pressed her face against his side once again, as if trying to get his attention. “Ah. I haven’t heard anything from them about it. Perhaps they haven’t found anything yet.” The lie escaped easily through his teeth.

On another note, the other was clearly hiding something. Alexander was quite experienced with reading liars, and he knew there was information being withheld. Perhaps he had heard something, but deemed it unnecessary for some bratty stranger to know. But still, he was curious- should he try to weasel something out of the guy? Maybe.

Hugging teddy bear ~~~~~~~

Goddamn this brat.

The sight of Alexander getting himself a cigarette though was kind of unnerving, considering the boy’s extremely young appearance. So the raven just grimaced and turned around from it, hooking his fingers around the leather collar around the cow’s neck to pull her back to her place. It’s not like and Alexander had anything to talk about anyways, right?

He stopped on his tracks, however, when the blond’s question reached his ears, and Kyoya arched an eyebrow and turned his face just enough to stare at him.

He wiped the tears from his eyes after a moment, deciding to not bother explaining exactly why he found that statement so funny. With a flick of his wrist to get rid of the ashes on his cigar, his face returned to it's usual mildly annoyed expression.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess if I don't tell you shit you don't have to tell me shit either, huh?" he mused, the cigarette half on his lips. "Which kind of reminds me- do you know if the cops got anywhere with that body we found? I lost track of it a few months back." He made sure to pose the question casually- he didn't want the other to know how interested he was in the case. If it went cold, well...