"So, America, Canada, Japan and Germany have RSVP'd to the tour… Anybody else?" questioned the menace, looking down at the papers on his desk.
"We don't know yet. The tour is in a few weeks, though, so there is still time." answered the bluenette. "I'm not sure if this effects how things will go, however, as long as we explain ourselves clearly."
"Well, wouldn't being from another country affect that?"
"That is what asking questions are for."
Alois scratched his head as he looked over the data he had. He still didn't have much confidence in his task. After all, it took him a little while to ensure that H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. had faith in him as well. Either way, he managed, and that was what was important. What most concerned him, however, was that all of his ideas seemed so simple. He wasn't sure if a group of rich foreigners were going to be impressed.
"Where should we take them?" asked Ciel, looking to his spouse while looking at an incomplete map of the town. The duo acquired it and had to fill in things that weren't listed, like the bakery and Kristopherson's clothing and sewing supplies store.
"Probably the major parts of town. The welfare center, the church, and the police station, definitely." stated the blonde, pointing to each location on the map. "These places are designed to not be intimidating, and should show how the town is being managed. Maybe call people who work there to help give tours?"
"Definitely. I don't know who runs the welfare center, but we can find out. As for the others, I have Sister Dorothy and Chief Sybil's contact information." informed the Watchdog. "Should I make some calls?"
"You don't have to right now, but if you want to, go for it." Alois said. Pausing, he squinted at one of the papers in his file. "I can't read this..."
"Let me see it." Instructed Ciel, holding out his hand for the other to give him the confusing article. "It's in German, that's why. It's what the acronym of the organization says spelled out."
"How do you even pronounce that?"
"Well, my German is a little rusty, but it roughly translates into 'Schüming's Christian Army for Supernatural and Human Interaction in the Name of God'."
"Are all of these organizations Jesus-y?" questioned the menace. "That might not bode well, giving that we're, you know, of a diabolical persuasion and all."
"No, America's can't be, because they aren't a private army. They're a federal agency, and they have their 'separation of church and state' thing written into their constitution. As for Canada, they're also a government agency, but I have no idea."
"Isn't America the same country who refused to marry people of the same sex in some states because it's 'against God' or some shit?" Alois pointed out.
"Yes, but the original concept is nice." With that, the Watchdog handed the file back to his spouse. "Fortunately, we were able to get married."
"Love you, too, babe." the menace said with a wink. He took a seat on Ciel's desk, facing him, before putting his feet up on the arm rest of his husband's chair. Mostly he did this with the intention of messing with his spouse, if not completely. "So, We got the essential places. Now what about the others? Three places isn't exactly representative of the whole town."
"What about the bakery?"
"Somehow, I knew you would suggest that." Putting his papers aside, Alois picked up his notes and added to them, regardless. "Still should be good. A way to a person's heart is through their stomach, after all."
"Isn't it 'the way to a man's heart'?" the Watchdog questioned, absent-mindedly playing with Alois' toes as he spoke.
"Women like to eat, too. Have you ever seen a cupcake store? They're full of birds!" Pausing, the menace thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, why don't blokes buy go to those places more? They're delicious."
"I'm not sure. Perhaps it's offensive to those who are weak about their sense of masculinity?"
"What sense of masculinity? A cupcake's a cupcake. Not everything's about having a dick."
"Unless the doughnuts are phallic in shape..."
"Oh my fucking god..." Alois cackled, putting his face in his hand as he shook his head. "I doubt they have penis pastries at the bakery in Gehenna."
"Then we have no problems with this thus far." commented the bluenette with a mischievous grin. "We could also check with Kristopherson to see if he'll let us look around his shop."
"Depends on what day they're comin'." informed the menace. "Shop's closed on full moon days, and the day after. He even has a little dry erase board where the writes down the next day in the window."
"Really? That's clever, actually." pausing, Ciel thought for a moment, trying to think what all they needed to do with this information. "So, we should call these places before hand to ask if we can come, and tell them when we're coming. We should also probably gather some more information about the place. I feel like a good approach would be to- pardon my phrasing, 'humanise' the people of Gehenna and really push the 'capable of forming a society' idea home."
"Right." his beau answered with a snap of his finger. "Supernaturals are people, too. These folks might not get that when they come in, so we're gonna have to explain it to them."
"Exactly. Anywhere else they should be taken? The library? The printing studio?"
"Printing studio?"
"That's where the printing press that makes all of the Gehenna-exclusive books and the newspaper is." Ciel explained.
"Oh. I've been meaning to buy more of those… I just haven't been down there enough." the menace commented, looking at their map. "Maybe we should. Generate more ideas and maybe update the map while we're at it."
"Good idea. There's a lot more over there that we just aren't thinking of. This desk was made in the craft shop. Should we show them that? Maybe let them go home with a little souvenir?"
"Are you suggesting we bribe them with knick-knacks?"
"That and bread, yes."
"So, regular tourist shit. Got it." Alois jested, looking down at his notes. He didn't pay any mind to his spouse as the Watchdog began rubbing his feet. Mostly, he was enjoying it. The gesture was uninvited, but not unwelcome. Most silly things Ciel did were similar in that aspect.
"That's nice..." absent-mindedly stated the blonde before carrying on with business. "We should go and ask about all of this. Tomorrow, maybe?"
"If we can get out of bed. It's becoming more difficult, lately..."
"Who's fault is that, exactly?"
"Both of ours." Ciel stated, eliciting a grunt from the other as he popped his toes. "That's just how it is, I suppose. We'll manage."
"As long as we do it before the time comes, we're good." Alois replied. With a hum, he closed his eyes and focused on his feet. "If you keep doing that, you'll have to do my shoulders, next."
"Oh, no, however shall I cope?"
"You'll just have to manage." A sigh was uttered as the menace did his best to get comfortable. "Damn, I'm a lot more stiff than I thought."
"I can take care of that, too..."
"Perv."
"What? It was too easy. Do you expect me to just ignore it?" questioned the Watchdog with a laugh and a smile.
"That's not all that's 'easy'."
"Now that was just rude..."
"Suffer, Poochini." spoke the menace with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Keep rubbin'."
"Only because I love you..." Ciel said with a roll of his eye. "We're supposed to be working, you know..."
"Then you shouldn't have started rubbing my feet." Alois half-heartedly scolded. Suddenly, he arched an eyebrow. "Is it just me, or are those hands of yours getting higher up?"
"I'll stop at the knee." informed the bluenette.
"Sure you will. I know how you are about my legs..."
"It's about the same as everything else."
"Including feet?"
"Well, maybe not feet."
"Thank goodness." sighed the menace. "That would have been weird..."
"Do foot fetishes creep you out?" questioned the Watchdog, arching his eyebrow. His smile remained, however, as he wanted to tease the other a bit.
"Well, there's worse things. If you were into it, I might give it a shot, but it doesn't do much for me." As Alois talked, he sounded oddly serious, which the other didn't quite expect. "That's about the weirdest thing I'd allow, though."
"I know. I'm not very kinky either, you know."
"Mm-hm, just keep telling yourself that."
"Would you like to try and rub your own shoulders?" inquired the bluenette, earning a groan, he smiled and stood up. "That's what I thought. Have a seat in my chair."
A/N: Hands to yourself, gentlemen. Oh my god...
They are incapable.
I just remembered something that I need to touch on, so the next chapter is going to be a little... different. It'll be educational about Gehenna, but otherwise, not entirely important to the story.
Some of the best kinds of chapters, if you ask me.
Gonna be weird...
Also, still looking for more countries to add to the mix. If ya got ideas, I want 'em. Badly. Thirsty for them ideas.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
