Despite living in London, very few of them had actually explored it. There were countless attractions and tourist traps to venture out in, and the group had only been in a few. When it was expensive and full of people, who would want to? Yet, because the group couldn't agree on where they should go and because a certain former classmate of theirs who is also an actor has an exhibit at the wax museum, the group decided to go to Madame Tussauds in London and see the creepily life-like replicas of human beings. It was an odd choice, but it was all they had going for them.

Most of them were trying to distract themselves with this during the outing. The group wanted to take a picture of all of them with Lawrence Rose's figure, and then they wanted to take pictures of Ciel and Alois with James Bond and Queen Elizabeth II for giggles. Part of it was a sincere want to see the duo in a silly situation, but part of it was to distract themselves from the sullen atmosphere that emitted from Daniel and Kristopherson.

They had sulked the entire way to the building and through the line to pay to get in as well. Now they sulked inside the building, despite their genuine efforts to pay attention to the wax doppelgangers. They really did find them interesting, but it was hard to focus. Kristopherson couldn't believe what Daniel had done and was almost overcome with concern, and then Daniel was simply angry that the Miles was not immediately supportive of his decisions. They didn't even want to pose for pictures with the mannequins at the same time, hindering their ability to take a group photo.

The group did their best to have fun, overall. Ciel didn't recognise a good portion of the celebrities and neither did Alois. The blonde knew of more than the Watchdog did, but he wasn't sure what the fuss was about. Kristopherson was the expert on celebrities, and helping the group remember who was who helped drag him out of his mood somewhat, thank goodness. Regardless, not even he understood the appeal of most of these people.

Still, they did find a photo opportunity with all of them. For laughs, the lads decided to take a picture with all of them posing with the One Direction dummies. Logan sat out, not getting the joke, as boybands were beyond his comprehension of human culture. Patricia did as well in order to take the picture. She snickered as they all got into position. Even Daniel joined in, as he didn't want his squabble with Kristopherson ruin the opportunity. Unfortunately, he was forced to pose next to him, as there was no room anywhere else.

"It looks like a boyband to me." Audrey remarked, looking at the phone with everyone as they huddled together around Patricia.

"What kind of boyband has twelve members?" questioned Kristopherson, arching an eyebrow.

"Kpop bands do. It's like we're one big Kpop group;" answered the reaper, pointing at the phone. "Only there's more white people. Since I'm the only one whose Korean, I guess that makes me the leader."

"I thought you were Chinese?"

"Well, a quarter. My mum is half Chinese, half Korean. It's complicated."

"Hey, if 'Kpop' is 'Korean pop', then wouldn't this be 'Bpop' for Britain, or 'Epop' for England?" Alois playfully inquired, prompting Audrey to look his way.

"Whoa, you're blowin' my mind, mate." he said as Patricia sent the image to Travis. Following that line of communication, the Sullivan spread it to the others' mobile phones.

"I would never! I'm married!" declared the menace, stepping back as the other's fanned out from their huddle.

"Nothin' wrong with bros sharin' mj's, am I right, lads?" jested Audrey. "Just bros being bros. No homo."

"Full homo and you know it, Baines." Kristopherson interjected, nudging the reaper with his elbow. The other man couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh yeah? On a scale of one to ten, how bad would you want to blow my mind?"

"Mate, like thirty." Kristopherson snorted.

"Same." Jokingly added Travis.

"I'm in a committed relationship, so zero." Alois answered.

"Likewise." Ciel replied. This left just Daniel, Logan, and Patricia.

Logan wasn't familiar enough with Audrey at that point in time to include himself in this particular stream of banter, and neither was Patricia. Daniel, however, certainly was, but he was hesitant because it was Kristopherson who initiated this particular gag. He didn't want to intrude, especially since he had no idea what to add. His timing was horrible and he missed his chance thusly. It was Daniel who was supposed to be the funnyman in the group, yet he felt like the least funny one there. What did he have to contribute? How could he add to this good time?

He couldn't. At least he couldn't right then. Daniel would wait patiently for his chance, just as he had all day. That said, the Westley was not known for his patience, and he had a breaking point somewhere. Because he was who he was, he had to say something, and the time came when they made it to the James Bond mannequins.

All of them were there. The Sean Connery version, the George Lazenby version, the Roger Moore version, the Pierce Brosnan version, the Timothy Dalton version, and finally the Daniel Craig version were all in the same place in their signature tuxedos. Naturally, the group needed pictures of their own secret agent friends posing with the men of Her Majesty's fictitious secret service. Ciel went first, and not surprisingly, he blended in quite well. He wasn't dressed in a tuxedo, but his usual stuffy attire was formal enough to make him fit. The bluenette's eyepatch was a nice touch as well, but it did cause Daniel to wonder.

"You look more like you should be a villain in a James Bond movie instead of Bond." he said, not shocking the Watchdog in the slightest.

"It wouldn't be hard." Ciel replied without missing a beat. "Bond is a terrible secret agent. Killing him would be effortless."

"I like Ciel better than Bond." Travis noted, causing the others to nod.

"He would be agent triple six, probably." Daniel stated, earning a few snickers.

"Then what am I?" questioned Alois, turning his head to face the Westley. Before Daniel could respond, however, Kristopherson did for him.

"Number triple seven." the faux-blonde added, receiving the menace's approval.

"I am okay with this." the fair-haired Phantomhive said before continuing to take pictures of his husband. Out of all of them, it was naturally Alois who took the most photos. He even requested a few poses, and while reluctant at first, Ciel complied. However, Alois did seem to be taking a bit long to have his fill of photography.

"Alois, it's your turn to go up there." Kristopherson said. "We can't stay here all day while you take pictures of Ciel."

"I can." the menace retorted without giving the slightest bit of thought into his reply.

"I think at this point, he's just using this as an oppurtunity to take pictures of Ciel." noted Audrey, finally snapping the blonde out of his trance.

"Not true." Alois replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I can probably get him to pose any time. It's just hilarious seeing him with a shitty spy who people think is really cool like Bond."

"Let's start a petition to get Ciel to be Bond in the next movie." suggested a certain reaper, earning enthusiastic approval from his friends, but a blunt "no" from the bluenette himself.

"Why? All he needs to do for that is go to work." informed the menace. The casualness of his tone was almost chilling. When the others thought about the kinds of things that Ciel and Alois do on missions, they concluded that they would rather not know. In truth, both men outshone Britain's most famous spy in all aspects, from deadliness, efficiency, tenacity, ruthlessness, and even to their relationships.

At least somebody was. Kristopherson and Daniel couldn't help but be a little bit jealous of the duo's relationship. Their closeness and comfort with each other was worth being envied! The faux-blonde folded his arms and watched as Alois joined his spouse in posing with the mannequins in a dynamic fashion for a while before soon taking the stage by himself. He took a few semi-serious photos before his posing became a tad silly. Regardless, Ciel was entertained and took a few photos, despite the fact that he had insisted that he wasn't big on them when they first entered the building. It would seem that Alois' powers were just too great and the Watchdog had gotten pulled in especially hard.

Yet there was a time during the trip that they separated. Alois continued to play with the mannequins alongside the others, and Ciel stood back and simply observed. He didn't know who most of the replicas were of, yet Alois didn't either and still played. It simply wasn't interesting to the Watchdog to take pictures, especially with dummies of people he had never even heard of. Still, he did find enjoyment in watching Alois have fun. He smiled as he watched his husband carry on with the others, taking delight in the blonde's energy, but found himself not alone. Logan had no idea who any of these people were, so he was especially lost. Moreover, the fact that they were so lifelike disturbed the incubus immensely.

"Are you bored?" he was asked by the Watchdog, putting him somewhat on edge.

It was still baffling how Kristopherson was friends with both mister Lion and the Watchdog, but here they were, spending time in a tourist trap together. Never in Logan's life had he even dreamed of being so close to the Watchdog, let alone have a casual conversation with the bluenette. Fortunately, the Phantomhive picked up on this, having analyzed the situation and recalled the incubus' background.

"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." Ciel said in an attempt to calm the other man down. "We're all just here for an ordinary outing as ordinary friends. It's alright if you're not into this. I don't know who most of these people are."

"I-It's alright." Logan nervously insisted, attempting to keep himself steady as he talked to Gehenna's former boogeyman. "It's still kind of neat, how realistic they are… Kind of creepy, but impressive. It's hard to tell who's a mannequin and who's a person."

"True. They look as though they could come to life at any moment." lightly smiled the other. With a sigh, he added. "That would be just my luck, too."

"Does stuff like that happen to you a lot?"

"More than I would like. Usually, it's just your standard supernatural, but sometimes, things get absurd."

"I can't even begin to imagine."

"Really?" asked the Watchdog with genuine interest. "Hm. I suppose that makes sense. Sometimes, it's easy to forget that other people don't live like I do."

"Haha, it must be something..." Logan nervously replied. He wasn't good at interacting with humans, and now he found that he wasn't good at interacting with supernatural assassins, either. Fortunately, Ciel observed his discomfort and had the decency to attempt to rectify it. Now, as to whether or not he would be successful was yet to be seen.

"I'm getting better at being ordinary, however." he insisted, trying to make himself seem more harmless. "I'm not very good at these outings, yet, but I'm getting better."

"Mm-hm. You've even gotten married." the incubus answered. "It's a little late, but congratulations, by the way."

"Thank you. I think I've gotten the hang of this 'married' thing pretty well, so far."

"Ciel!" called out the other Phantomhive from across the room, grabbing his spouse's attention as well as the attention of several strangers in the room. "C'mon! We're gonna go see the Queen! Hurry up before I start talking about conspiracy theories!"

"Do not." the Watchdog answered, matching Alois' volume without yelling. "The public must never know the truth." Turning to the incubus, he gave the man a small smile before making his way toward the blonde. Logan followed a few paces behind him in order to stay with the group.

Somehow, he managed to survive a somewhat awkward conversation with the dreaded Watchdog, and to his surprise, it wasn't as difficult or unpleasant as he thought it would be. Ciel actually seemed like a rational, semi-ordinary person. One of the most interesting thing for Logan to see, however, was how he interacted with the others. The Watchdog was quiet, but bold when he had something to say. He also was intimate with his spouse and showed him affection, but not to an extent where it was distasteful or inappropriate for a public setting. Never did the incubus ever suspect that he would see the fearsome Watchdog pose for pictures at a tourist spot in London like an ordinary person. The scene was bizarre from Logan's perspective, but he was open-minded to it.

To his surprise, the Lion got along well with Kristopherson, cheering him up while the faux-blonde was down. Logan knew that the situation was awkward between Kristophreson and Daniel, and he wished that he could help Kristopherson again this time, but for some reason, when he was around all of these other people, Logan felt as though it wasn't his place. Who was he to Kristopherson? These were the wolfman's friends from school, and Logan had only known him for a few months! What did he really know about comforting Kristpoherson?

Thus, the incubus stood back and let the others work their magic. Along with his friends, Kristopherson had his phone out and took pictures of Ciel and Alois with the replicas of the royal family. The faux-blonde was smiling now, which made Logan feel a bit better, too. Still, the incubus couldn't help but feel lonely and alienated in this setting. He didn't feel like he belonged at all, and wondered if it would be in poor taste if he just left.

Eventually, however, the wolfman looked up from his phone, having taken all of the pictures of the demonic duo that he felt as though he needed. The others were still messing around, but he couldn't see Logan among them at all. It took some looking around before he finally thought to look behind him. The incubus had been standing there away from the group all by himself. A bit of concern arose in the Miles as he observed the expression on the other man's face and he arched an eyebrow. He needed to investigate and find out what the man was doing all on his own.

"Whatcha doin' back here?" Kristopherson asked, walking toward the other. "Bored? You look a little blue, and not in the usual good way."

"Uh, well… I don't have a cell phone, so I can't take any pictures." bashfully admitted the incubus. "Even if I did, I don't really know who any of these people are."

"Oh. That could be a problem." the faux-blonde said. "I'm sorry. We can do something else after this."

"Oh, no! This is fine. I don't mind, really."

"It's no trouble! It's kinda my fault. I wasn't thinking when I invited you here." Kristopherson said apologetically. "I forgot that you don't eat normal food all that much, and I didn't think about this, either. It was a little inconsiderate of me…"

"I don't mind! I just wanted to hang out, to be honest." Logan replied. The pink tint in his cheeks looked unusual for him. If Kristopherson had to choose, he genuinely preferred his usual blue hue. Alas, they were in public and there were humans all around them. The faux-blonde was flattered that the man wanted to spend time with him, and felt bad for leaving him on his own for so long. He hadn't even realised what he had done.

"I'm sorry. I haven't spent as much time with you on this trip, have I?"

"It's alright. You need to spend time with your other friends, too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You have a life outside me, don't you?" questioned the incubus, arching a thick eyebrow. "We can hang out some other time. Don't hold back for my sake."

He smiled even though he was a little lonely on this trip. Despite his feelings, he really did mean what he said. Logan wasn't going to try and monopolise the faux-blonde's attention. There was no need for that, especially since he knew that it had been a while since Kristopherson and all of his friends from school had all gotten together at once. He was going to respect that, which Kristopherson found to be unusual, but very sweet.

"You and me can hang out after this, if you want." the wolfman suggested with a grin. "I don't have anything planned."

"Oh! Well, that sounds good to me, but I'm afraid I don't have any ideas." Logan answered. He was a bit bashful when he added: "I don't have too much money, either, so I'm not too sure what we can do. This used up a lot."

"Really?" his friend questioned with a look of concern across his face. "Was it really that much? I'm so sorry! You should have said something! I would have paid your way for you."

"Nah, it's alright."

"But you're not even into this all that much! Let me at least pay you back. There should be an ATM nearby."

"What?!" Logan yipped, holding up his hands to reassure the other. "No, it's fine, honest! You don't need to do that!"

"Oh, come on. Twenty-four pounds is nothing to me!" the other replied, placing his hands on his hips. "Seriously, it's no big deal. Don't worry about it. You're fine."

"A-are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you..."

"It's not an inconvenience at all!" Kristopherson flashed a toothy grin before reaching out to playfully pinch the incubus' cheek. "Don't sweat it. It's my treat. You're very considerate. I like that about you, but you need to loosen up a bit."

"I'm sorry..." the other sighed, although his words were slurred a bit from having his face stretched. After being let go, he rubbed his cheek and continued. "I'm not good at being outside of Gehenna for too long. I'm not too sure of how stuff works out here. It's like a whole new world and I just don't really feel like I belong in it. It feels like I'm in the way, you know?"

"I can see that..." Kristopherson nodded in reply. "But I can also tell you that you're not in the way at all. Really, no one can tell you're not from London. Have a little more confidence and leave the rest to me. If you need help, just ask. Sound reasonable?"

"Yeah..." his companion uttered with a small smile. He was hopeful that the wolfman was right, and he did feel a bit better. He was just anxious, being in a new environment for too long. It was starting to get to him and shake his confidence. "Sorry..."

"It's no problem. Just relax. You'll be fine." the wolfman said. "Now c'mon, we're all gonna take a picture with the queen after everybody's done joking with those two."

"Alright." Logan replied, looking up at the mannequin that the duo were playing around near with a confused expression. It spread to Kristopherson as the man tried to find the source of Logan's puzzlement.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"That's the Queen?" the incubus inquired in return. "Oh! That's the lady who's on money!"

"Of course she is! She's the Queen!"

"How was I supposed to know? I'm not British."

"What are you, then?"

"Gehennian, I guess?" Logan stated. "We don't really think about human business. We kinda do our own thing. It's like the border between Gehenna and London are separating two different foreign countries."

"I can kind of see what you're saying." Kristopherson said. He and the incubus had discussed the differences between their cultures in detail previously, so the faux-blonde understood the other's standpoint pretty well by this point.

Needless to say, they have gotten closer over time, and it was noticed by the others. They thought it was good that Kristopherson had found support when he needed it, and they were happy to have Logan as he seemed like a pleasant character. At the same time, however, this continued to annoy Daniel, who scoffed as he watched the two interact.

The Westley crossed his arms and huffed to himself without any clear goal in doing so. Really, he just wanted to vent his frustration. He didn't like that the Miles was getting so close to someone else so quickly, and felt as though he was being replaced! In a way, he was, and the more Daniel thought about it, the more he realised that he had done the same to Kristopherson. It was irritating, but he understood why Kristopherson was upset when he mentioned his relationship with Blackwood. Daniel didn't know how, but he knew that he needed to apologise, or at least explain his position in a calm, civil manner. He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity, and if he waited too long, the day would end and he might not get a second chance. If an opportunity wouldn't arrive on its own, Daniel decided that it was time to be proactive and create one. As painful and awkward as it was for all parties, he hesitantly approached the faux-blond, surprising the man and concerning Logan in the process.

"Hey..." the Westley began. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"