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As long as it's a tree, why would an owl care what type of tree it's roosting in?

[... oh hey there, fellow one-normal-eyed person. :|a Mukuro tuts a little.]

They have preferences like you or I. A tree too short, or too thin, or perhaps too weak, is no good to an owl.

I suppose that's true. Even so, I'm sure an owl could find a suitable tree on the island. There are a decent number of trees about.

Have you seen any owls in these trees? How do you know an owl could find the right one~? Are you an owl~?

Of course I'm not an owl. What kind of absurd question is that? _{[Then again, he did have the unfortunate ability thanks to the core of being able to turn into a cat.]}

I would imagine an owl would be intelligent enough to find the right tree to roost in. They're not stupid birds.

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Oh, I don't know. I've seen odder. It always does help to ask, don't you think~? [...... A cat. Mukuro must never learn of this.]

Of course not, but they are picky. Irritatingly so, at times. [the last comment has the air of an aside muttered to oneself.]

I suppose in a place such as this city...it does. _{[Hopefully, for Ciel's case, he won't.]}

Do you own an owl then?

[he files that away. Apparently there can be no taking of anything for granted here, he thinks to himself, but remains all smiles and breezy laughter to the young man he's chatting with.] Oh dear, how hazardous sounding!

Mmmm, more or less. He's not thrilled to be living in a building.

It can be.

I would imagine that would leave an owl rather discontent.

Do you think he'd be safe if I let him out at night to hunt? [he asks sweetly, all innocence and charm. He's curious to see how malicious Ciel is.]

Absolutely not.

[almost as if by accident, his eyebrows rise. And here he thought children were cruel.] I see.

Well- do you have any other 'absolutely not's for me?

_{[Oh Ciel can certainly be a cruel child, but he sees no need for putting animals needlessly in harms way.]}

I would hope you have enough common sense to stay inside after the siren's sound. Aside from staying inside after they stop blaring, I cannot at the moment think of anything else to suggest that would be an 'absolutely not'.

Ohhhh~? [in the span of a second, his smile turns obsidian-sharp and twice as dark.] So a few murders might not be out of place, but going out after dark is~?

It's not my place to talk of morality with a stranger.

Who do you chat about it with~?

Not many.

Yes there are. Through out Sector 4.

[ He knows for a fact since nearly a year ago, the trees began to blossom, causing some interesting side effects on anyone who'd passed by. ]

[he visibly lifts at the word 'yes,' then deflates when he realizes what's actually being said.]

Oh? And how, if one was new to the city, would one find oneself in Sector 4~?

Your NV should be equipped with a map.

I'm afraid I'm not very skilled with it yet... Or maps in general! [he laughs lightly. It's a complete falsity, of course- the first thing he did when he was in a quiet isolated place was explore his NV with ruthless curiosity. Even so, he seems sincere- and probably not terribly bright.] I don't suppose you would be willing to help a silly person like me to understand it a bit more~~?

Honestly, I do not see what there is to be confused about. If you ask someone what sector you are currently in, there should be no issue in then heading towards the desired sector.

Ummm..... Well, I don't exactly know where I am to start with. You wouldn't be willing to help me... Even a little~? [he looks terribly, awfully beseeching.]

[ William's really in no mood to leave his flat after everything that had happened this week, so he sighs heavily. He should have just left his NV closed for the day. But he's a man of routine, unfortunately. ]

If you really need assistance, then fine.

What is around you? I will need to determine where you are before I can assist you.

[Mukuro makes a soft, thoughtful little noise. Hm. This one's got a soft heart.] I'm living in the tower next to the wrecked one. The new arrival building, or something...?

Thank you.

[ A soft heart masked by decades of cold, stoic behaviour. Or, at least, should be. That side of him has only begun to show in the last few months, and very few are able to access it. But, William's in a weakened state right now and letting things slip. ]

I will be there momentarily.

[ It only takes a few minutes before William manifests to the described location. ]

[at an earlier time in Mukuro's life, he would have thought nothing of using that weak, soft side to his own cruel ends. But now all he does is nibble thoughtfully at a fingernail.

He leaves his meager apartment and wanders down to the lobby, leaving Mukuowl to sleep in his box form.]

Hm? That was rather quick of you.

[ William pushes up the frame of his glasses. William may be willing to offer a helping hand for the moment, but if Mukuro really wants to get at that soft side of him, he'll have to earn it. ]

I merely manifested here.

[ The hand extends, as William introduces himself, title and all. ]

William T. Spears, Dispatch Management Division of the Death Gods.

[Mukuro offers a small, private smile. His handshake is strong, if unusually fleeting. Clearly he's not a man comfortable with touch.]

Is that so? How did you manage that?

Rokudo Mukuro. [he pauses.] .... Death gods? [if William is paying attention, he might notice the pupil of Mukuro's red eye change to the character 一. It's an unconscious change.]

[ William has no protest to the shortness of their handshake. He merely does so out of formality. ]

Simply an ability of ours.

Yes, a Death God.

[ He may notice, but it hardly phases him. Being here over a year, he's seen many things that would normally be deemed odd by his own world's standards. ]

[Mukuro tips his head thoughtfully. A death god? .... Surely not the kind he knows.] I see! I suppose it won't be any use to try to learn, then. [he smiles sharply at William, swinging around to stand at his side. The long wave of his ponytail flicks like a cat's tail.]

So tell me, Mr. Spears, how long have you been here~?

Over a year. Perhaps a year and a half now.

[ Something about the way Mukuro moves - or maybe more how his hair moves - is reminiscent of Grell's. William quickly adjusts his glasses again to distract himself from the thought, and begins to lead them out of the apartment complex. ]

Hm! That's quite a long time. Surely there must be some way to escape~~? I don't know what I'll do if I have to stay here for so long! [Mukuro follows William, complacent as a kitten. He leans in a little to William, just to further that impression of a useless airhead.] You must be used to this place by now, I suppose.

No one has found a way, yet. Though it is possible to randomly return home just as suddenly as we have arrived.

[ William tenses slightly and takes a step away from Mukuro. ]

I am fairly used to the city. It is the strange occurrences that still take me off guard.

Hnh! Leaving it up to chance.... [his eyes flicker up modestly, though he can't repress the sly, cunning little smile William's retreat prompts.] I'm sorry. Have I offended you~?

[strange occurrences sounds ominous to bear further investigation as well, he decides. This has already been a fruitful meeting. He's pleased at his success.]

No. But some personal space would be appreciated.

[ Now out of the apartment, William glances around to see if he can spot one of the cherry trees. ]

We are already in Sector 4, but there do not seem to be any cherry trees in the immediate area. I believe there are some by the photo studio.

Oh. [he slinks away just a little.] .... There's a photo studio? [his brow furrows. Even if he understands that it might take time to escape, he still doesn't get- may never- the pleasure of a quiet, normal life with something like a business to keep him busy.]

Yes, I work there.

[ He leads Mukuro along, stopping finally in front of Studio Slingby. There is a small park across the street where a few cherry trees have taken root. ]

I should think your owl will like those.

You... Do? What do you do?

[he surveys the trees seriously, all frivolity of expression stripped from him for a grave moment. He breaks that by giving himself a serpentine little shake, tossing his hair this way and that as he draws out a small box. A few quick flickers of hand and finger later, a large snowy owl erupts from the box, wings spread wide. The bird wastes little time in fluttering up to inspect the trees, eyes slotted shut slightly against the light of day. Mukuro watches him with genuine fondness.]

I think he just might.

I handle all of the money and bookwork.

[ William watches as the owl comes forth from the box. Certainly a handy way of taking the bird with you. Though, William was more a fan of carrier pigeons, hard working birds as they were. ]

Good. I assume you have named him?

That sounds quite difficult~! [somehow, he isn't surprised. he keeps that thought to himself, though.]

Owls don't need names. [Mukuro shrugs, saying something more with the roll of his shoulder than he probably means to.] Somebody else named him Mukuowl, though. He doesn't complain about that name.

Someone needed to take on the job, as it was not getting done.

[ Where he should have sounded angry, he instead almost sounds disappointed. He already feels odd without Grell's chaos surrounding him. ]

A take on your own name. Our cats are named much in the same way.

What a duty-bound sort you seem. [Mukuowl flutters down from the trees, landing on his master's shoulder. judging by the slight wince Mukuro gives, it's as rough a landing as it looks. hey! owl talons are sharp.] Your type always seems to burn out if given the chance.

'Our'? ... It's not my fault. He would just be an owl without a name if I had my say. [grump grump grump!]

I have lasted over a century. I am certain I will be fine.

[ Though, he does sound rather tired. ]

My fiancé and myself. We have three cats in total.

Well, if you say so! [he honestly doesn't really care- he's just met the guy, after all.

Mukuro reaches up and strokes along his owl's face, coming to a halt at his neck to ruffle the feathers there. Mukuowl shuts his eyes and clicks his beak thoughtfully.]

She must be the lively type, to handle so many~

Lively does not even begin to describe him.

[Mukuro's eyebrows quirk upwards swiftly. What a.... Progressive place, this must be, he muses, and looks around again in a near-unconscious gesture. Italy and Japan, the two countries he's lived in in his current life, weren't exactly onboard with gay marriage last he checked.]

I see. [head tip. well, with that tie, he really should have guessed.] He's a sporty type~?

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