City of Wandering, the gentleman was dressed in a suit that once had color, now gray and white, with a withered rose on his chest looking like gathered dust, so fragile it seemed it would crumble upon touch, his flesh masquerading on his skull to form a tense face, yet his expressions, in reality, had a much more straightforward way to present themselves.
That was trembling. Seated in his chair, the gentleman's body was shaking violently, affecting the tea cups on the pristine table and also his companion.
"Avonreiter, Avonreiter! If you invited me out just to show how to act like a quality bell, very well, your performance is quite successful, I'm now so irritated I want to slap you." The black tail swept across her cheek, the comforting touch relaxed the black cat's expression considerably, as she appeased herself with her own tail, the cat and its tail seemed like two separate creatures.
