⊰ ◊ ⊱———-; ❝My oh my,

⊰ 死  ⊱:: ❝Hmn---- Strangers, how interesting.

                { Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ }-:: ❝Ehehe~ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat. How I wonder where you're at. Up above the world you fly---- Like a tea tray in the sky~❞ Alois sang to himself, a soft tone---almost a hum, he was enjoying himself. The Earl had both hands softly clasped together for he had caught a butterfly in the garden; walking over to a nearby stone bench  Alois opened his hands to stare at the beautiful creature.

❝Such lovely wings----❞ He muttered quietly, as he pinched the blue wings of the creature, ❝it'd be a shame...if they were suddenly ripped off.❞ Giving the wings a small tug---it would have caused the butterfly some pain. Alois gave the wings another tug, and then another, before he knew it, he had ripped off both wings, a diabolical smirk was painted over Alois' lips.