018 || Of Learning, Sharing and Transparency

[crimsonmischief]

Oh my~

[The handwriting appears slower and more clumsily than usual for those who are familiar with Crimson's. It might have something to do with the fact seeing his journal through his hand is a bit disconcerting. Or maybe he's drunk.]

I think I shall be spending the next couple of days in this Wilderness~♥ Bastet-san, care to join me~?

[Oddly enough, those who are able to sense his reiatsu will find him in the Scavenger's Yard rather than the Wilderness he said he's in.]

_{{OOC: Backdated to morning of the 30th.}}

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[crimsonmischief]

_{[Crimson's eyebrows shot up at that, and he made no effort to hide it from her.]}

Are you sure? Did the crying boy perhaps have golden eyes?

[treeleopardess]

[blinks]

Yeah. You saw them too?

[crimsonmischief]

Okita-san did. And I had noticed that you're not the only one with such charming eyes~

[treeleopardess]

No, mine are definitely more charming.

[If the children had been Fugue and the Exile, it stood to reason that he'd model his escape after a place that had apparently been important to them as children.]

[She couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong as to turn them so firmly against each other.]

[crimsonmischief]

_{[That got an amused chuckle out of Crimson as he watched her ponder of this piece of information.]}

Yes, I have to agree that I do tend to prefer Bastet-san's~