#optimusstulte

He felt the presence of someone looking at him. Vincent had advised him that going to Reveille on his own was not the best of ideas but nonetheless Leo was certain that his servant was keeping an eye on him regardless. He wanted to do more than sit and brood in he Nightray's former manor.    Though the bibliophile was usually a homebody who sat in the corner reading five or so books every day to himself the Duke could not find pleasure in the activity as he used to. He couldn't pretend to be the carefree valet he was before. He couldn't pretend nothing was wrong and submerse himself in those wonderful stories. Now he just was seeking a distraction of some sort. Something to take his mind off of everything. He thought the bustling streets of Reveille may do it. With hardly anyone to recognize him and carrying on with their own business and events.  Leo was content to blend in with the crowd but it seems like he earned the attention of another. Who was it ...? "How unbecoming of you to stare rather than bid hello. Is there something you want of me?" he spoke calmly without even turning to identify the person he noticed was behind him.

◊ | “Huh?!” Stepping back, Alice dropped the knife from her grasp, only to have it land onto the floor. “Whaddaya want from me?! Don’t get in my way!!”

◊ | "Mmh? Whaddaya want?"