//: I wonder how many people I'm going to spoil with this account. ...I really hope not too many. None, if possible. //

[ silently, kazuma is sitting at his table, carefully jotting down some notes for a new assignment. the candle next to him flickers gently, as he stares at the ink, slowly drying on the paper below. a calm evening, or as close to one as a man like him can have. ]

...I should have asked him to give me my headband back, before he left. [ looks down at the red fabric around his neck... ...no, he can't exactly tie his jabot around his head, can he. ]

Hm. Actually, is it a jabot, or a cravat. Jabot, cravat, crabot, jaー ...this isn't even a tongue twister, and I'm struggling. [ he holds his face in his hands. why did it have to be this way. ]