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     "Ciel~!" The sing-song yell could be heard from merely a room away. Ciel cringed, flinching closer to the wall he was plastered against. No — the blonde didn't scare him — usually — he was just freaking him out right now. How did he get in, and manage to get Sebastian out?! Ciel slid down the wall. What was he doing? Hiding from some tall, blonde kid who merely ripped his maid's eyeball out with his two finger- okay yeah he's a bit demented. But Ciel was positive he could beat the prick in a duel (-eternal crying-). He pushed himself up and brushed himself off, taking a moment to fix himself before walking out of the st

     It's weird. Having acquaintances that are mer-people — that almost sounds offensive — that is. Not so much that they are weird — one of them is — but more so they work so different. Me and my friends try taking them out to places and they have zero idea what to do. It's as if they don't have parties or restaurants underwater. Okay, that sounds really stupid. They obviously don't. They have a completely different culture under there.     My name is Sollux Captor, and I have about 15 other friends — God I hate that word — all weirdos and idiots. But I still hang with them, because sometimes I have noth