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"Thank you for making time for me tonight," she said to Constantine with an affectionate smile. "I don't know about you, but it's going to take more than 24 hours for me to get back to work after all of that!"

He picked at one of his thumb nails subconsciously, revealing an anxiety he was better at hiding with his confident voice.

"I wanted to talk to you about... that other me."

He reluctantly set down the forkful of something called cake onto his plate, then smoothly stood up from the chic café chair to face the perpetrator. At the sight of pinkish-white hair and silvery-blue pupils, the major general narrowed his eyes and pulled out his BB gun.

"Halt."

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" Haah! "

Eiden dives up instantly turning to praise and pat the turtle for it's work with the trip to the underwater. Happy with the experience he even gets a permission to give the animal a snack.

" That was awesome! I should get back here on another day... " he chatters to himself as he walks through the soft, glittery sand to where he left his jacket and towel. What he doesn't expect is the guy standing next to the palmtree Eiden's tossed them on.

As she walked through Archimedes alleyways, lost in thought, Ivy continued to suppress her panic by inputting a new log in her system. One word fell in after another at a steady, grounding pace.

[ ...The last few minutes I remember involve reaching Vanessa in A.R.C's Library. I spoke to her, and she began to respond positively to my voice. Humans arrived while this took place, and they... ]

Ivy began to pass by a lively building, ignoring the conflict building between two men in front of it. She only looked at them properly when one's aggression drove the other to pull something out.

[ ...Their guns... ]

Her eyes widened, and she froze conspicuously in place even as the civilian the weapon was pointed at began to scramble away gracelessly. Without justification, she fell to her knees.

But there was something tickling at the back of her mind. Oh, it was like Crown and...

She'd been staring, but she's not one for pleasantries nor falsehoods. Instead she'll move closer, staring at him with a furrow in her brow. She looks down at him, observing his facial features, the minute similarities rather than the minute differences.

"We've never met. Do you have a sister?"

Once a day, they sell limited editions of the patissier's special while supplies last. Today's is a simple yet elegant emerald marine chocolate mint tart with translucent jelly that evokes a picture of the sea.

Just as Aurelius gets ready to place his order, another man steps in front of him. Perhaps it's an accident, perhaps on purpose—but by the time the angel gets his bearings, the last two slices of the tart are neatly packed up and tucked away for the stranger.

"You—" Aghast, the blond taps the other on the shoulder.

"You are aware there is a line for places like these?"