#flutistplayer

          “ D-deuce “, and maybe it is the heart that is still trying to catch up with the scare or maybe it is the hands on her upper arms to keep her from falling too ( how ironic wouldn’t that be — the helper ending up needing help ) but there’s a slight surprise in Eight’s tone. As if he hadn’t expected her to do that. “ Are you okay? You almost fell- “, said the one who almost did the same.

“Oh! I understand!”

            ||  天羽武: “ Are you lost, young lady? “ 

“Hm?” The former royal was in a state of concerntration as he was putting together thoughts for a case. A crime scene the detective had just been too where a child had been shot down and killed. He had to find the murderer. He looked at the person who had disturbed his thought process. It was Deuce, not the real one, whatever this duplicate called herself. He was also a duplicate of the real Noctis Lucis Caelum. An eternal creation cursed to live forever. He had the King’s memories up until leaving this world. Even of meeting the real Deuce. But this was a first meeting for these two. Different from their counterparts in this world where duplicate versions of all Final Fantasy characters and their worlds coexisted. The worlds all being combined together into one. The detective took his lolipop out of his mouth and gave his usual carefree face towards her. The detective being different from his real self. Curious how she was different to the real Deuce he had memories of. “What is it? Can I help you? With something?” He asked politely, the smallest hint of a smile.

“Hey there!” The King simply stated casually towards the other for the time being with kind features for the current time being in response to this encounter. This wasn’t his world, so he was looking forward to exploring it. Regardless of what was going on. He would just strike down anyone who tried to mess with him. For now, he had been approached. “You alright there?”

     “It’s a strange feeling to be certain, speaking to myself like this, but it’s also quite comforting. I have... some things I’d like to talk about that don’t feel particularly easy to discuss with anyone else from the class. Would you be so kind as to lend your ear to my worries?”