[ The Count's face contorts into confusion, but it's gone quick as it appeared; the shadows of his hair obscure his face briefly, erasing any evidence of it. The weight of the paint gun registers in his hand, and he gently grips at the trigger; right, paint ball. Truly, this is beyond his exceptions, he isn't sure if he should marvel or be disappointed in what they're engaging in. His Master is... an enigma, unreadable, from all the airs of bravado she puts on. He's uncertain whether or not her her air headed, cheerful personality ruse or who she truly is. In response, he blinks to her query.
It takes him a moment to reply. ]
Not necessarily, I have some interest..
[ He twirls the paint gun in his hand, not yet shooting it yet. What color was in his again? He hadn't bothered to look. Thanks for being a spoil sport, Dantès.]
However, you failed to mention why we're here in the first place, Master. [ His tone blunt, he wears a mask of neutrality. There had to be a reason, right? Were there someone she wanted to destroy? To get vengence on? Or was it much bigger than that– did she had an elaborate scheme? Or perhaps... she was a simpleminded, fool, who was carefree– not caring of the war?. He has many questions, Master. ] Care to enlighten, me?
B( dantès is a party pooper.... but maybe he will engage in Game! he's trying to figure yurika out
It takes him a moment to reply. ]
Not necessarily, I have some interest..
[ He twirls the paint gun in his hand, not yet shooting it yet. What color was in his again? He hadn't bothered to look. Thanks for being a spoil sport, Dantès.]
However, you failed to mention why we're here in the first place, Master. [ His tone blunt, he wears a mask of neutrality. There had to be a reason, right? Were there someone she wanted to destroy? To get vengence on? Or was it much bigger than that– did she had an elaborate scheme? Or perhaps... she was a simpleminded, fool, who was carefree– not caring of the war?. He has many questions, Master. ] Care to enlighten, me?