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"Thanks for the compliment," Gatz said as he got a cellphone out of his pocket, "but really I don't see how asking someone to help out is underhanded---esspecially when they'd do it themselves if you hadn't asked anyways. Rather then underhanded, I prefer to think that I have a good idea of people's characters."

He dialed Bleu's number and help the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Bleu! Could you come to the Cafe for a bit? There's something we need you to... um... take a look at. ...Okay, see ya soon."

*hangs up*

"---For instance, Scorpio, you seem to be the type that jumps to conclusions when you don't know everything. This fits with the impression you've given me that you tend to dive into a situation without thinking about things. You also seem to have a slight obsession with power and becoming stronger---possibly due to repeated attempts on your life, if those siblings of yours I met were an indication of anything."

"In short, you're an 'idiot'," he finished. Then he smiled. "But honestly, that makes you no different from about 99.999% of humanity, so I really don't see any problem here."

"Right...You seem a bit too picky about things, Gatz, sometimes. Maybe you shouldn't disect everything so much and just enjoy how things are plainly."

"Hey, guys!" Bleu called, coming out of the forest. She was facing away from the Cafe, so she hadn't noticed the mound of rubble yet.

"Hey, what's that smell? Did someone have a barbque or something..?"

"... Are you really the one who should be telling me something like that?" Gatz said, a large sweatdrop on his head.

Gatz rolled his eyes at Scorpio.

"And you called me underhanded..."

He walked up to Bleu and gentlely placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Bleu... this may be hard for you to take, but ice cream doesn't hold up well at high temperatures---like, say, those created when a building is on fire."

"The ice cream's gone, Bleu," he explained bluntly.

And like most of his kind, Bast seemed to disappear from the surroundings as everyone got absorbed in their conversations and meanderings. They were masters of blending in with crowds, to the point where unless they said or did something every now and then to remind you they were there, you might just forget they're there.
The cats around him were quiet, with all the visitors and all. A couple even used the oppurtunity to take a nap. He sat amongst them watching everyone else. He turned to Mirleya, who to him seemed a little lost at the moment.
"If I may interrupt your reverie madam, would you like to come sit with me? I'm sure my kinfolk wouldn't mind the company."

((... Gatz was talking to Scorpio about Bleu being underhanded; not about him being underhanded himself.

neutral I guess it's a little confusing, the way I have it...))

Gatz poked Bleu. Nothing.

He poked her again. Zilch.

He gave her a slight push on the shoulder, tipping her over onto the ground, where she bounced with a solid, wooden sound.

She hadn't even blinked.

Gatz squatted down next to her so she could hear her.

"Umm, Bleu? It's only the ice cream that was in the Cafe which is toast. There's still quite a bit elsewhere in the world, and more of the stuff is being produced all the time..."