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"Bocchan." he leaned over to fetch a chestnut leaf that had wound up in between his hair and hat like a poor boy's pretend-crown. He'd let it rest on top of his head for a while, catching the eyes of some passerbys as they were running errands in London. He tried hard not to snicker, but amusement shone in his eyes.
Being too focused on the matters of higher importance, young aristocrat walked down the street barely paying his attention at any people who passed by. In that peculiar state he perceived them as nothing more than faceless shadows flowing through the streets full of noise. Nothing could shatter his concentration till the very moment his butler finally gave a voice to his thought.
❝ What is it? ❞
The boy asked in soft concern turning back. But as soon as he noticed the gleam of malicious amusement in those garnet eyes, he succumbed to irritation.
❝ What is it that amuses you so much ? ❞