hasn't seen her either. Thank God.

that's mean to say.

doesn't care. She's just gonna try to kill him again. Or make him crossdress.

didn't know that Eliza did that now. She was nice when she was younger.

that she has changed. A LOT.

doesn't remember being nice... well, to Prussia, that is.

sticks his tongue out at Eliza.

Gilbert's tongue looks like a cats'. He leans in more to look.

a little weirded out that he's moving closer.

to poke it, but also doesn't want to.

might spit at Heracles if he doesn't stop staring.

spit right back. But he's done anyway, so he moves away.

a little distracted right there. ///; "Did you want to talk to me, Heracles?"

shrugs. "Not really. We just haven't seen each other in a while. How have you been?"

shrugs back. "Good. Better than... well, before." She sweats a teensy bit. "Especially when, you know, we lived together." She attempts at

a laugh to dissuade the awkwardness.

grimaces a bit, nodding. "That's nice to hear."

;;; "And... what about yourself?"

shrugs, sneezing. "I've been better. How's the cat I gave you?"

smiles. "He's been great! Though... he sometimes wakes me up early."

laughs. "That's good. You sleep late from what I remember."

nods. "At least, when I can. Luckily Roderich has great coffee."

he had great coffee, but alas.

about to mention something about Turkey, but then changed her mind. Relations are never... not-shaky with that country.

that that was better, but says that it's too late.

sighs. "It's a pity... It seems so long ago, too."

that time is an illusion. And so is death. (If you get that ILU.)