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“ Consider it a lucky guess. ”
His smile tilts up to the right side of his face–usually, with polite smiles, he tried to keep it even, but it always widened in a crooked manner when Chat was genuinely pleased. Even when his fashion sense caused this flirt to question his intentions, the phantom thief took it all in stride.
“ Yes, of course. Call me Émile Leblanc. Just a humble entomologist with a penchant for magic tricks. Prior to all this, I lived up in the sky, amidst the clouds. ”
His tone just might have sounded a bit too teasing; while his words were mostly honest, his last sentence seemed far too much like a joke. Then again, he did tend to play with people more when he genuinely liked them–this self-described casanova would surely be entertaining.
“Leblanc? That sounds like a name that one of those coffee cafes might have.”
Who was he to judge on names, though? His name was a play on words. (Clever of him, was it not?) Still, though, this man reminded him of himself, and he seldom traveled with such a lively soul. Hopefully, this man could help him find some damsels worth his fancy.
“In the clouds? Like an airship?”
And did Ringabel hope he was correct. Not many in this city know what scales that true airships can get to. The ones in Eternia dwarf the airplanes that other residents talk about. And cars, while fascinating, did were only restricted to roads and bridges. When did he become all about vehicles like other men? With a shrug, Ringabel let that thought go.
