Here comes the Queen

All dressed in red

Hear her scream

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

Those are the words

That everyone dreads

Wouldn’t you want

to keep your head?

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Oh Princess, oh Princess.

Pretty little Princess.

See how your eyes flash with terror, Princess.

See how anguished you are when you found out that, oh! You were useless!

Oh Princess, oh Princess.

Grovel. Scream at your uselessness.

For now, I am.

I will.

I.

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Two weird people sitting weirdly explaining weird bits of deduction was, Misora worried, a scene of overwhelming weirdosity.

Unfortunately for Misora, she had no idea that the weirder of the two was thinking the same thing.

And so they stood up. 

And their heads promptly collided.

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“It’s snowing.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“It rarely snows in this area. It’s nice.” 

“… You’re just over reacting.” His golden eyes swiveled to meet those of the teenager beside him.

“You’re so boring.” The teenager huffed.

“That’s cause I’m an adult and not a teenager like you.” He bit back. “What a brat. Ah, this mission’s gonna take a lot of patience.”

“… Whatever.” 

They both sat there in silence, the only noise being their almost silent breathing.

He lit a cigarette and lifted it to his lips.

“Hey. It stinks.” 

“Go somewhere else then.”

“And why can’t you put it out?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

They fell silent again.

He sneezed.

Two wide golden eyes looked to him, as if not believing he actually sneezed.

“What?” He asked dryly.

“…You just sneezed. While smoking.” 

“Yeah, so?” He retorted.

“I didn’t know that was possible.” The teenager blinked.

The teenager blinked again. Then he burst out laughing, laughter clear and bright, dark hair flopping over the right side of his face. 

“…”

“Is it really that funny, Devit?” He asked. 

“… Hahahah… Yeah…”

He smiled. Suddenly, he, Tyki Mikk, didn’t think that spending some time with this brat was so bad after all.

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“…Misora.” His tone was slightly threatening, not very, but yet enough for Misora to push him up a rank on her creepy weirdness scale.

“Y-yes?” She stammered.

“Misora….” He was taking on a creepy tone.

“Y-yes?” She stammered again.

“Misora…”

“Yes?” Her eyebrow twitched. Would he just get to the point already? Her head was still pounding from the colli- Wait, was that what he was waiting for?