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Messages - Karakuri

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"Having fun there, sister dearest?" Lorencio asks, groaning inwardly at the sight of his sister and Gilda's voodoo doll. However, his face remains placidly neutral, as always as he starts tidying up his side of the room, seeing as how it was obvious Renia had been rummaging through his drawers once more.

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[Lol!]

Seeing that the Mistress was taken care of, Lorencio heads to his and Renia's room, trying to look as non-guilty as possible.

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Nodding, Lorencio replies, "Of course. Let's just hope we won't have to encounter one another like we did this afternoon, ah?" With that, a smile, and a small wave goodbye, the masked boy whirls around. Transforming and loping off towards their portal, he headed towards the immortal plane.

  Back in the Court, Lorencio heads first to the dining hall, to see if his Mistress needed anything at the moment. It had been some time since she had eaten last, probably, and Renia had most likely not addressed this problem.

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"As much as I regret it...I should be returning to the Theater. If Re's playing with her dolls, that usually means she was looking for me, then couldn't find me so she entertained herself using other means. Perhaps we can meet again soon?" Looking pained at the thought of leaving his new friend, but realizing poor people were being tortured, he stands up from his resting place. The boy waited hopefully for Gilda's reply on his request for them to talk again.

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Lorencio releases her hand, his face flaming once more. "My apologies, I thought it'd get her to stop. Did it?" Watching to see if Gilda was still being toyed around with by his more than sadistic sister, he nods. "Yeah. She has tons of dolls in her side of the room. I just hope she never asks for a me doll." The boy shudders at the thought of his sister having a voodoo doll of him. The horror was unimaginable.

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Lorencio facepalms. "I should have known. How many times have I told the Master of the Court not to make Re any more dolls?" Knowing the reason Gilda was acting like this now, the young boy sighs, debating on whether to go plead for Renia to stop, or pray to the royal prick she just gets bored soon. In an attempt to stop Renia from writing, he grabs on to the wrist his sister was using to write.

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You know how earlier it was mentioned that Lorencio wasn't as mindful of Gilda in his personal bubble? This went past his personal bubble. With a yelp, the boy leaps to his feet, his face nearing scarlet in color, just as embarrassed as the Vector was. Experience should dictate that Lorencio should know this was his sister being a b-....witch, but right now, his mind drew a blank.

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Lorencio chuckles at the question and the nickname. "Not much different than being a human, besides the fact you don't have any hands, and when you try to visit people, they throw rocks at you instead of welcoming you with gift baskets." He jokes, trying to get rid of the red on his face. "The weirdest part is the improvement in balance you get." Continuing, the hyena god shrugs nonchalantly. The boy seemed awkward and off-balance, but that was usually only when he was nervous. Everyone in the Theater was an excellent fighter in their own style, and Lorencio was about as balanced and agile as they were when need called for it.

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Sitting down next to her, Lorencio's face reddens under the mask. "That...would be me, actually.." He admits quietly, looking away. The skinny blonde was used to Renia calling him a bookworm and stuff, after all. However, the boy did love any kind of reading, whether it was history or fiction books, small, or books as big as he was. He had the time to read 'em, after all. "The Master of the Heavenly Yard is more of the artistic sort, though."

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"Mmmn...just talk to me like I'm normal. The Stupid Butler isn't important anyways." Shrugging, Lorencio just tells it like it was. He wasn't a Master, he wasn't the mastermind like Renia was, and he wasn't the patron of any sweet little morals like Gear was. "Iunno. I just felt like having a conversation." He finishes, answering her other question.

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