XXX.

[hellshaped]

[Your Eminence]
[Hellboy pauses for a second after penning that, wondering if he should qualify it with "that one cardinal from before" or something, but he figures it's a safe enough bet that nobody else in Paradisa goes by a title like that.

And if they do, well, he can just tell them it was meant for someone else. Easy enough.

ADDITIONALLY let's pretend this is earlier in the day at a more reasonable hour, let's do that.

He is speaking into the pages.]

I wondered if I could ask you a favor.

Comments

[abelard]

Are you a horse? I have been told that some of the horses here speak.

[hellshaped]

[CARDINAL PLS.]

No. I'm not a horse. I have hands.

[abelard]

Then what are you?

[hellshaped]

[Is it just not obvious he doesn't want to answer the question or something! Cesare ... take a hint ...]

It would probably just be easier for you to see me instead.

[abelard]

Of course.

[hellshaped]

Okay.

[......so...] Did you want me to escort you there? Or do you think you can find it?

[abelard]

I think I should have no trouble locating it.

[hellshaped]

That's fine.

I'll see you there.

[abelard]

Until then.

[hellshaped]

[And then they meet up at the bear reserve and it's awkward...]

[abelard]

[Yes it is.]

[hellshaped]

[At least he's not a talking horse, amirite]