Dark, grimy, and dust covered. This building was disgusting. This room, stifling.

The screams were muffed by a number of walls that simply blended into the hum of the electricity running. It was hard to think. To focus.

The golden scepter was gripped and fingers drummed along the leather handle. His eyes settled on the woman suddenly standing in front of him.

"You..."

"Woman."

He stepped closer, that sharpened object swaying out stretched before him.

"Staring at you is giving me a headache. Who are you... you..."

His words trail off as a flash of red outlines his lone purple eye. His face splits into a grin and his voice softens. His steps forward were slow and purposeful.

"It's you, the witch."

He walks towards her with intent, in the dark hallways of the inn. His face is only revealed in flashes--eyes covered in shadow, nothing but disdain and hatred in green depths.

"Man, look how many people are out here."

The ice was perfectly smoothed for skating, a nice reprieve from the mindless wandering he'd been doing in his downtime. It's easy to rent a pair of skates and lazily drift circles around the people who were still finding their footing. A brief burst of Infinity glides him over any rough spots like he's floating - though it's the fact he's distracted by the lights that he doesn't see the person behind him, crashing together into C.C. with a loud yelp and flail of limbs.

"There's more to your gift later, but for now you get a taste test." She might be planning a dinner for them, who knows.

He blinks in surprise but a smile easily rests on his features at the sight of her. And then surprise at the roses. He felt his cheeks turn a few shades of pink. Despite feeling like a maiden, he takes the roses.

"Dinner too? You're spoiling me, C.C.."

She's presented with a box of chocolates in various flavors, as well a bracelet similar to the one she was gifted with linking hearts. They might have had the same idea when going to the store.

She's not going to mention that L.L. helped her salvage the first burned batch.

H-honmei choco?

N-no way! She gave him honmei choco! Honmei choco. Honmei choco.

She must have not been aware of the implications behind homemade chocolate. From a girl. On Valentine's Day.

His head was spinning.

"L-lets share." He said, and he felt as tongue tied as he did when she asked him to slumber beside her.

He'd been unable to get her smile out of his head for days.

"Sorry, I just like knowing you're around is all."

It was entirely honest, with no malicious intent at all. He'd missed L.L. in his time walking the Earth with C.C., so knowing she was around meant that he was around, too.

More than that, though, she was an interesting sight to see. Her vibrant, green hair and cat-like eyes looked entirely shocking but beautiful--as strange and alien and intoxicating as the rest of her.