Remiel frowned to himself as the high-society fops and dandies turned their back on Myobi.  He'd forgotten the essential quality of the Upper Crust which made them the Upper Crust, and that was this:  anything that wasn't part of their elite section of the world simply didn't exist.   They dealt with problems by ignoring them.  Of course, sooner or later, he knew, Myboi was going to have to deal with some very large men with stern faces and no sense of humor--but hopefully he could get to Kuno before that happened.<br/><br/>"Oh, my stars and garters!" he exclaimed.  "What, what is she doing to that poor man?  Won't somebody do<em>something</em>?" he trilled.  Ducking his head, he honed in once again on his target, making his way toward "Suzume" as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: Remiel rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 4, 6, 4,<br/>Total: 14<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>(That's one 6, bringing our total to 19...right?)