"You shouldn't play with fire, Yvonne," Seika remarked jokingly, raking through his hair to sweep the curtain of black out of his eyes and put his goggles and gloves on, carefully approaching the fire. He didn't let his eyes off her, even if her figure was on the edge of his field of sight. To care for the young queen was a duty entrusted to him... His greatest duty. Carefully, he dug through the rolls of parchments, opening up his own sketchbook, to connect one of his drawings and notes with a script.<br/><br/>But he couldn't get his mind of what he saw while going through the city. "Someone else got their house completely raided once again. Looks like the One-eyed Jester is on a streak... We must protect the study!" All of a sudden, he appeared beside Yvonne, with his eyes unnaturally wide, clutching a bunch of scripts. "What if he steals the shells and research notes next? We should do something about that."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The sound of sandals, brushing against the roof, high above the ground, was well drowned out by the wailing wind around. His steps were long, and he hardly had to keep his balance, even, just nonchalantly holding his arms a few inches from his body. The wind was sweeping through his ratty hair, mouth stretched in an insane smirk was nigh mad. What a beautiful day it was... Another gluttonous aristocrat now left to lay dead in his bed with his throat slit and his riches gone!