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[fic] Black Cat: Reason
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"Have you ever wondered what drew Echinda to this group?" Sheldon wondered out-loud as he stared at the clouds crossing the sky.
Kyoko looked up at him, a pocky stick dangling from her lips. She was used to Sheldon's odd introspective moods, so the odd conversation didn't bother her. "Huh?"
"The rest of us..." He spread his hands out to include themselves in their revolutionary group "Are all misfits of some kind. We don't -quite- fit into society. Paras-san was a Queen, the elite of the elite of society. What made her cast off all that she had earned to become an outsider?"
"Hmm...." Kyoko munched thoughtfully on her stick of pocky. She passed one to Sheldon as she did so, after checking that it was strawberry, not chocolate. The blood-weilder wasn't fond of greasy oily foods, but would sometimes make a slight exception for sweet things. "Maybe because she finally met someone prettier than her?"
Sheldon thoughtfully sucked the frosting off the tip of the pocky. Somehow, that didn't feel like quite the right answer. Although he couldn't argue that Creed wasn't pretty. As long as one didn't mind the psychotic tendencies that went along with it.
"-Or." Kyoko beamed happily at him. "She finally found someone with as bad taste with clothing as she does!"
He coughed, some of the strawberry frosting getting stuck in his throat. She was right, it often times looked like the two of them swapped jackets, if it wasn't for the fact that both of them wore tailored clothing.
"Or there's that." He agreed, wheezing slightly.
-fin-
"Have you ever wondered what drew Echinda to this group?" Sheldon wondered out-loud as he stared at the clouds crossing the sky.
Kyoko looked up at him, a pocky stick dangling from her lips. She was used to Sheldon's odd introspective moods, so the odd conversation didn't bother her. "Huh?"
"The rest of us..." He spread his hands out to include themselves in their revolutionary group "Are all misfits of some kind. We don't -quite- fit into society. Paras-san was a Queen, the elite of the elite of society. What made her cast off all that she had earned to become an outsider?"
"Hmm...." Kyoko munched thoughtfully on her stick of pocky. She passed one to Sheldon as she did so, after checking that it was strawberry, not chocolate. The blood-weilder wasn't fond of greasy oily foods, but would sometimes make a slight exception for sweet things. "Maybe because she finally met someone prettier than her?"
Sheldon thoughtfully sucked the frosting off the tip of the pocky. Somehow, that didn't feel like quite the right answer. Although he couldn't argue that Creed wasn't pretty. As long as one didn't mind the psychotic tendencies that went along with it.
"-Or." Kyoko beamed happily at him. "She finally found someone with as bad taste with clothing as she does!"
He coughed, some of the strawberry frosting getting stuck in his throat. She was right, it often times looked like the two of them swapped jackets, if it wasn't for the fact that both of them wore tailored clothing.
"Or there's that." He agreed, wheezing slightly.
-fin-