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[thespareone]

That could be useful. Sebastian usually does it with kitchen knives. [But he's ridiculous.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah, kitchen knives take a lot more practice because of how they're balanced and that you're using them to carve, not throw. Sebastian's got centuries of experience on both of us. The ones I'm talking about have a much easier ramp-up skill level.

[thespareone]

He always cheats. [But that works out for him.] I can try different ones.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Perfect.

In the meantime, we'll go over to the greenhouse when she's working. Try not to aim for my face, I don't like knives in my eyes.

[thespareone]

There's no need to be so messy. The middle-area of the body will do.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Not to mention, easier to hit.

[thespareone]

Exactly.

When did you plan on pulling this off?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I don't know, a week or so? What time works for you?

[thespareone]

That's fine with me. [He has no rush really.] Will she be alright until then?

[atowncalledtreffy]

She has a lot of people looking out for her. Vincent, Cloud, people like that. If she can't last the week, we're fucked.

[thespareone]

Right. [He... wouldn't really care much. Mostly because he's trained himself to avoid attachment, it never ends well.] In a week, then. Let me know when you're ready.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I will.

[shame that this is all a waste because Ciel is disappearing and Sebastian is a-murdering]

[thespareone]

[It'll all be hilarious in retrospective, or something.]