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Alastor continued to smile as if he were clueless. It looked like something that one of Mercurio’s plugs had thrown together; but significantly more stable - like it was made by some corporation. He could see the brand at the grip. Shinra -- just like most things. He paused at the offer of being struck with it, as if it were something being offered in sincerity -- and not to simply shut him up.

             “Oh I’m sorry I’m not into that kind of thing.” He motioned to reach out and stopped, simply folding his hands together, “But -- good for you.”

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The expression on Rufus's face was a combination of exasperation and an unamused frown. Truth be told, Reno could somehow contract a wide range of emotions from Rufus in one setting-- a feat to a man that could sometimes be unpassive to others around him. The unblemished pink paper suddenly crinkled into the palm of his hand as he swiftly grabbed it back.

"Allow me," he said, slapping the paper on the redhead's forehead. "There, this will cover the red mark that developed as you were sleeping on the clock."

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“Yeh’re not even using them t’ see,” the vampire supposed he was an architect student when alive; not terribly fashion-driven. And this guy seemed very flashy, “Bah - personal space is fer the living t’ abide, clearly I’m a dead man walking with the shit I keep pulling.” 

But he granted the other personal space all the same, and admitted with a shrug,                                   “It does look cool.”