In the morning of Oubos, on the empty streets, inside a pastry shop that seemed to have been looted by thugs...
The Undead and the Alchemy Puppet stared at each other across the table, finding brief peace in this bizarre current of time.
Bologue slumped in his chair, jokingly said, "Come on, I traveled a long way to find you, saying that would make me sad."
"Bologue, you're not suited to say such things," Aimou spat out the chewed pastry, "It sounds disgusting coming from you."
"I have to say, if you really want to eat sweets, you can ask for my help. I don't mind getting a bit fatter myself, and, your eating manner is too unsightly."
Bologue glanced at the nearby plate, Aimou couldn't consume food, so she chewed it into a mush-like consistency. It must be quite embarrassing for her to be seen by Bologue doing this.
