PRIVATE MEETINGS

[andexecutioner]

If you'd like to have a private meeting with the Adjudicator, this is where you should go! The Adjudicator is available at almost all hours of the day; just knock and he'll answer.

Comments are screened for privacy; no eavesdropping, that's rude.

Comments

[andexecutioner]

Oh, believe me, I'm well aware. And they're more than entitled to their opinion either way, but it's not like I consider myself a monster in the first place. So there's no point in keeping things like that from them.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Good thing no one will have a quarrel about if you're a monster or not by the next trial, huh.]

Not a monster, and yet you've taken someone's soul right in front of us?

[He's amused.]

You're simply a strange creature who likes cats and toys, true, humanoid as you are. I still haven't thought of what you could be yet. Do you think anyone'll guess right?

[andexecutioner]

[Hey, he's a perfectly average guy who doesn't fucking bleed, that's all.]

Do you think I'd confirm anything, even if they did?

[seventhprogenitor]

[Can't wait to ask him next week if he even has blood to be savored in that body of his.]

Doesn't it just matter if it'd be interesting to or not?

[andexecutioner]

That sort of thing usually isn't. I mean, it's probably different for you, but I've never really taken too much pleasure in it.

[seventhprogenitor]

Why not? Is it nothing all that special? Or do people have a lackluster reaction to it?

[andexecutioner]

Neither.

[seventhprogenitor]

You just don't get a thrill out of the usual things, do you.

[andexecutioner]

In fairness, neither do you.

[seventhprogenitor]

Touché~. But I've had two thousand years to lose my humanity, darling dear, I wonder what your excuse could be.

[... Though with that, his performance comes to a close, and Ferid lowers the viola.]

Did you enjoy my heartfelt playing?

[andexecutioner]

[He doesn't seem too interested in humoring the first part with more than a soft, noncommittal noise; the question, though...]

...Yeah. It was...I liked that.

[...]

Wouldn't mind if you felt like doing it again sometime.

[seventhprogenitor]

[He gives a low bow, standing with a pleased smile.]

Your kind words makes my heart quicken in delight, darling. I'll serenade you with an accordion next time~.

[Gotta make good on that sometime. Might as well be the next time he has the itch to play.]