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Oscar was, to say the least shocked. He tried to pull back, swatting the boys hands away. As he took a few steps back he growled almost beast like. And yet - only a mere huff escaped him. âYou know, if it wasnât you I wouldâve decked whoever comes at me at such speeds right in the jawâŠâ he said, before smirking. âOn the other hand, you were the one who told me this informationâŠ.â he added, straightening out and standing up straight. Though he kept his head lowered now not even daring to look at the boy in front of him. If all else failed, bluffing was his only ticket from having himself sliced and diced by Claude the moment he came in. He finally looked back up, his eyes seemingly darkened, the bloody red now dimmed. He had this most apologetic, yet somehow painful look on him. âThen again, my family did keep saying I have a knack for prophetic dreams⊠Maybe thatâs where I saw you⊠in a dreamâŠâ he lied.  As much as it hurt him to say something like that, even more so than Aloisâs current behavior, he had to remain calm. âIn hind-sight, I guess I shouldâa known it was a dream⊠Like I said, weirdos like me are hard to forget..â he added. âAh.. now that I think about it, if you havenât met me outside of my dream.. I should then introduce myself properly huh? My Name is Oscar AkumaâŠâ Oscar finally said, with the lowest and most respectful bow he could give, without getting down on his knees. He might be playing nice NOW but he wasnât going to embarrass himself more than needed.
â;-Â Alois was less than impressed with Oscarâs excuse as to why he knew these things. Though, it was far more believable than Alois completely forgetting a trip to Japan in which he spilled his heart to this stranger. If demons and angels existed, then it wouldnât be surprising that this boy had prophetic dreams.Â
With pursed lips, Aloisâs bright, suspicious eyes glanced over the boy bowing to him. He took a step back. Perhaps his little warning would be good enough to keep Oscar from spilling Aloisâs dirty little secrets. The blonde finally took his seat once more, though his guard was obviously still up.Â
âProphetic dreams, hm?â The Earls previous growl was now replied with a far more interesting tone. âDonât you think you should be careful not to mix up your dreams with reality? You best be careful what you say to people, or it could come back to bite you in the arse.â Alois disguised his words as advice, though the hit of threat peaked out in his tone. âNow, tell me more of yourself, Oscar. But, do remember:â
           âWhat you dreamt are lies, and I dare you not to breathe them to another soul.â                        âDo not heed my warning, and there will be hell to pay.âÂ
