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Noir quirked an eyebrow at the small shop. “Well, this is certainly quaint and secluded. You didn’t lie.”

Noir followed silently behind his counterpart, glancing around to see if he could get a hint as to where they were heading off to. But as they got closer, he started to detect a hint of baked goods wafting past them. Were they, perhaps, headed to another bakery? He chuckled softly to himself; he supposed that one couldn’t have too many sweets.

His smirk widened a bit when Blanc offered up his hand. He gently took hold of it, chuckling a bit. “Well then, please lead the way. I can’t wait to see what you have in store.”

He couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow. A solitary spot where there would be few to witness their arrival? Just what sort of place was it. Far too intrigued to pass it up, Noir smirked at the idea. “Well then, why don’t we head there right now?”

He let out a small sigh. “Well, to be frank, Blanc,  I’ve been on a bit of a time crunch as of late. What with the public wanting me to open more gates into unknown dimensions and realms, I’ve been completely swamped with magical related studies. Not to mention, the Sentinel’s been more needy than usual as of late. Granted, I’m flattered she usually comes to me for entertainment purposes, but… it can be difficult to come up with new material for such an active audience, yes?”

Blanc carefully approached the other's fairgrounds. Truthfully, he wasn't sure what to expect from Noir's troupe, though he figured not much would be different from his own. However, it was still good to be cautious, especially if Gunpowder was nearby.

He made his way across the somewhat quiet area, a box held tight to his chest. True, he was a day late, but it had taken Blanc a while to find just what he was looking for in terms of a present for his counterpart.

A grin spread across Noir’s face. “Wonderful! I can’t wait to see you there, then…” Not wanting to let his hot chocolate to cool too much, the ringmaster started to gulp down what was left of it, leaving himself with a few bites of cinnamon roll left.

“Heh, you’re not wrong. But… it just so happens to also be my birthday. It is a day when you have free reign to prank me, and it is my challenge to not fall for it. Or, if you want to be nice, you can give a traditional gift and stay for cake. Though I suppose you should be careful if you come to my circus grounds on my birthday. My troupe may think you’re me and try to prank you.”

“Hmm… so spring is finally coming around the corner…. But… would you happen to know what happens on April 1st?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at Blanc.

Noir chuckled as he pushed the tray closer to Blanc. “Well hello there, monsieur. I’ve saved a cup of hot chocolate and a cinnamon roll just for you. Hope you have your sweet tooth ready~,” he replied. He kept his posture as he sipped at his hot chocolate. His own cinnamon roll already had a bite or two taken out of it. It seemed that Noir really couldn’t wait for Blanc to arrive to dig into the treats that he had already bought.

Hey guys, I'm sure you've noticed that I haven't been posting as much and that's because, well, schoolwork. It's been kicking my ass and quite frankly, leaving me with little to no spare time which I've spent on my other blog. Not only that, but Salt Lake Comic Con FanX is just around the corner and I need to prepare myself both mentally and physically for that.

A smile appeared on his face as he read the note before his eyes drifted over to the book. "Well, this should provide some interesting reading..." Blanc spoke to himself, finding a nice spot to relax. This was going to be a long night of reading.

Blanc blinked at the other's suggestion, a small smile forming on his lips. "Well, with an offer like that, who am I to decline, mon cheri?"

Noir had already bought himself a pair of cinnamon rolls and some chocolate milk as he sat at an outdoor table next to the cafe. He smile a bit when he saw Blanc heading towards him, waving back in response to the other.

He could tell by the way that Blanc was clutching at his jacket that he seemed to be not so fond of this cooler weather. This seemed to suit Noir just fine; he figured the hot chocolate should help warm his counterpart up. And if not, he was sure there were other ways to help keep Blanc warm.

The ringmaster had just left the fairgrounds that he called home. Truthfully, he was expecting a light chill to hang in the air, but unluckily for him, it was a bit cooler than he had anticipated.