So I suppose everyone had already asked everything that's relevant in the past few days. "What's your name, where did you come from . . ." 【 a thoughtful frown mars that pretty face. 】

But! I still have a question and it's a very important, very critical question to me right now.

【 there's a headtilt, his hand rising to rub his temples. 】

What do you do when something important gets stolen from you? Like something really, really important that the people you know would probably knock the lights out of you if they ever find out you lost it?

【 a heavy, depressive, rather exaggerated sigh. he hardly looks like he's fretting about it anyway. 】 I feel like I've been bullied out of something. Which is a weird feeling because I'm usually the bully.

Ah, speaking of being bullied! 【 that serious, thoughtful expression? has now been replaced by a wide, wide smile that speaks of blackmail and sadism innocence and friendliness. 】 Kaz, I don't believe you told me which house you belonged to. How am I supposed to drop by and visit you then?