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Watching the Stupid-looking girl chew out her servants, Cyniel observed as they loosened the man's cravat. 'Right...' he thought, glancing at Lemmy, 'Forgot some people needed more oxygen than others. -- Well, on to more important stuff.'

"Hey, hey! Is it okay if I try some of that?" The boy asked Mistreil, pointing to the Mushroom Gratin in front of her. As the girl nodded slowly, Goo and his date had joined them at the table. 'Tsk. Great, more people -- which means I can't just leave her depressed. I have to be the one to cheer her up. All she has to do to be happy is follow me.'

Picking up a spoonful of gratin, Cyniel opened the girl's mouth and put the spoon in. "It tastes good, right? The chef made it for you, so you should try some of it!" It seemed to snap her slightly out of her depression and confusion.

"You know, it's okay to mourn and all, but you should appreciate what's still around! Like food! I'm sure the deceased wouldn't want you to be sad!" Cyniel grinned, and upon noticing her hair in disarray, he pulled off the hair tie. "It's a pain to put a ponytail back up, so down is okay too! It looks super elegant!"

Mistreil smiled a bit and nodded, visibly confused at what was going on, but she didn't usually act much on her thoughts. She'd probably just go in circles in her thoughts anyhow. 'Now that that's over with... She probably won't talk for a bit. Next is... to stop people from talking to her for a bit! Leaning on the table a bit, the boy removed his mask. It was pointless to wear, and having it off would just make Mistreil think more.

"Goo!" He exclaimed, welcoming the man and his date, "I'm glad to see you here! Is that your date? She's cute! Is your super-duper-expensive suit working its charm on her?"

Mistreil waved a bit at Yuujin, though Cyniel tried to take some attention away from her. The only thing he could do was try to fluster the pair and make them the topic of conversation. They were the only things that he couldn't account for. He didn't know what Goo's date would say, and the last thing he needed was for Mistreil to make a friend who wouldn't turn her into an emotional mess. He figured the murderer wasn't going to say anything, and if he did, it would be okay if it upset the girl some more. As for Lemmy... he was out cold. If he did wake up, he'd probably just deal with Mr. Ogrekill.

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'Guess he hasn't a clue that this is a crime. I'm not complaining, though! ♥' The boy thought to himself as he looked over the flowers. Glancing over the flowers, he picked up a few clusters of geranium. He'd spent enough time looking at books about flowers with Mistreil, to his disinterest.

Cyniel giggled, looking at Goo. He was giving his partner a narcissus... No doubt he put some thought into symbolism. It seemed like a weird flower to give for a prom, otherwise. The amount of thought people put into the flowers they chose seemed silly-- wouldn't it be easier to just say the message you want to send out loud? Unless, of course, it was something that couldn't be said. Not because those messages were embarrassing, but because they'd be rude or dangerous to say out loud.

Looking at the flowers he chose, he smiled, proud of himself. He could play the 'flower meaning' game too! But in a way where he could feign complete innocence. Geraniums were really, really pretty after all! And they seemed to match Zhyhal decently-- especially his hair!

"Pretty!" He squealed in delight, looking at his flowers and then at his partner's. "I'm done too! I guess this is bye bye, then! I'll see you at prom, then, okay?"

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All that was left for the duo to do was to get a corsage or boutonnière-- In either case, a flower shop would work nicely-- or... a flower patch. "We need flowers next! Follow me! Follow me!" Cyniel exclaimed, excited. He had another plan-- one that wouldn't cost him much. Dragging his partner along, he ran to Tara's square, on the opposite side of where the painter Hans was located. Such a location meant that the artist couldn't see them, which was perfect. Twirling around, the boy flung his arms out. "Look, look! Flowers!" Of course, picking flowers from a public park could be considered thievery, and thus, illegal. At the very least, if his partner pointed it out, he could say that it was just for inspiration, and that there was bound to be a flower merchant nearby. Hopefully his partner wasn't well versed in the ways of the law.