#mibeltane

SENT TO: Robin Hood ( @mibeltane ) SENT FROM: Kitagawa Yusuke

Good evening.

Normally I would buy something I thought of myself but...

     “Ah! It’s you! Mr. Green Man!”

Another familiar face was in this city. It seemed like there were a lot of familiar faces here; she’s ran into more servants than... well, non-servants! It was nice, though - she wasn’t alone in this place and she had a lot of friends here! 

The young girl skipped up to the man with a hum, before stopping shortly. Her nose twitched a little, and she couldn’t help but make a face. The smell of smoke lingered on the man’s clothing. It wasn’t such a good smell. And Caster wasn’t shy about making it known.

All of the time just isn’t an answer, you see. Not the appropriate one. Regardless, the devilish AI pouts like a normal young girl would and leans closer to her subject - not victim, this time - who stands in her kitchen in all his perfect employee glory, the custom pink apron that totally doesn’t have the words BB’s pet Servant embroidered in it looking perfect around his neck.

Really, everything she does is on point. It’s to be expected from the perfect AI.

“Now, say aaaah~~. You can still have that slice I promised you, but I even went out of my way and used my own hard-earned money to buy a reeee~ally expensive slice of cake all for you. See, didn’t I tell you? BB-chan’s the kindest, right♡?”

TO: robin

FROM: futaba

So uh. hey

I...know it’s been a while.

I just got back, but we’re already leaving, huh?

Talk about the super evil twist on the final level.

There’s a pause in between the texts, as if time is taken to scrub the wet screen.

I really missed you robin

Another pause. Ah, her glasses are fogging up.

“Robin Hood...” the name left him like a sigh, but a vague chiding in the back of his head urged him to keep things cordial.

“It was nothing like that. Just because I’m short it doesn’t mean I look like a child! I invited you because I thought you would like it!”

     Amazed was he to find himself in a forest, master-less in his mortal shell. And even more so was he intrigued when he stumbled upon traps so carefully set within said forest. Someone was hunting today, and Yan Qing saw no better opportunity to begin killing some indefinite amount of time than disguising as their game, like a true assassin would. So the helpless deer, sneering, ran headlong into rope laid along the forest floor. 

     Contentedness —almost complacency, even— bubbled up when he found himself suspended from a tree, hanging upside-down just as the hunter wanted. His eyes narrowed and smirk broadened whilst he scanned the floor, before musing aloud: