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[untiltheend]

Sebastian chuckles softly. He would in fact blame himself if anything went wrong; no need for Johann to make threats. But nothing is going to go wrong, so it's a moot point.

"Very good; on the 9th it is." Sebastian will happily take Florian if Johann chickens out.

"I will send out invitations today. Have you finished the list of people you are inviting?"

[monsterjohann]

"Ja, ja, ja," he tells him, waving a hand. "I just have one more to add. The little demon Blitzø."

A recent development. A recent friendship.

"And the only person barred is Hilbert. If someone wants to come in after dinner, they can. As long as they don't cause problems."

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Sebastian briefly makes a face as if he just smelled something bad. That person, really? Then again...

"...I suppose that is entirely unsurprising."

Johann and Blitzø would getting along swimmingly.

"And of course. I will personally deal with anyone attempting to cause trouble."

[monsterjohann]

He sits back and points a dirty knife at him.

"Be nice," he warns him. "Don't be jealous that I have other friends."

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Unbothered, Sebastian returns to his counter-cleaning now that the important discussions are finished.

"We are still doing this? It has been quite a while since Mr Gray left, as I recall."

Congratulations, Johann: you are officially less emotionally incompetent than Sebastian, who still is operating on their original agreement. What are friends.

It's not... malice on Sebastian's end. He simply has spent hundreds of years without ever having a friend. It's only in the last two years or so anyone has even referred to him as their friend. Humans considering him a friend is one thing. A fellow monster? It doesn't even register.

[monsterjohann]

Johann's eyebrows raise.

"Oh, Sebastian." And there is pity in his tone. Most of it feigned.

"You are an idiot."

But the pot is scrubbed, the knives are done, and he is finished for the morning.

"See you tomorrow."