Ten smiled, walking toward the door at the end of the hallway. This is the room he prepared himself ever since getting back from the oninomon; finally, it's being put to use. Taking a deep breath, he stands at the door.
'...let me try getting rid of this.'
Closing his eyes, he produces his current image in his mind, before dissolving the horns into nothingness. After, he touches the top of his head and mouth.
'Phew... they're gone.'
"There is no need to hide anything from me."
"Ah."
Ten felt embarrassed of himself. Why would Lucien care about how he looks? He is not one bit interested in that sort of thing. Wait... what sort of thing is thinking about?
—That sort of thing which is no a sort of thing.
Amazed by his logic, Ten wipes the grin growing on his face with a nonaligned expression, walking into Lucien's room.
"..."
Ten left speechless.
