“You know, if you came to more meetings that wouldn’t happen so much.” He chuckled, putting his feet back down on the ground. “But fine. Well? What movement are you referring too? When they attack in general or are you perhaps referring to the sealing stones….?”
"Those meetings are hardly worth my time. And what good would it do my efforts to keep my identity relatively secret?" He shook his head again and sighed shortly. Break was a singularly fascinating and frustrating individual to deal with. "I want to know how they intend to handle the guarding of the sealing stones. So far they’ve been failing quite dramatically; I’d like to know what their intentions are to prevent this continued failure."
“Yes…” he sighed again. “But do I look stupid to you? I know you require an exchange for information. You always have. So…I know I have to put my cards up on the table too. I just don’t know if there’s any information I know you would want to know.”
"That really is the question now, isn’t it?" Rufus shook his head and tapped his fingers against his own arm in a quiet gesture of impatience. "I want to know precisely what Pandora is planning when it comes to handling the current Baskerville movements. I’ve heard things, here and there, but as I am not an active agent as you and your peons are, I lack the finer details."
“Oh lovely! That means I didn’t come here into your gloomy presence for nothing.” He made himself at home, sitting down on one of the velvet lined chairs and putting his feet up on a nearby table. “I want to know how the Abyss correlates with the tragedy.”
Rufus wasn’t entirely surprised by the behavior. Since when had this man ever behaved properly in his home or his presence? It was vexing to say the least. Shaking his head and crossing his arms, he leaned his hip against his paper-covered desk, watching the albino critically. “And what makes you think I’m just going to pour that information out for you? You know I charge a price for everything.”
“Well other than avoiding my usual duties, I came to see what information someone like you has.” His stance and tone of voice suddenly got serious. He reached down to pick up a leather bound book, curiously flipping through it’s pages. “I know very well that you have a lot more information about the events of 100 years ago that you haven’t revealed, Rufus.”
Rufus tsk-ed under his breath and snatched the book back from the other man, staring at the item as if it had been infected before opting to simply brush it off and set it down again.
"Perhaps I do and perhaps I don’t. It hardly gives you the right to just waltz in here and touch my things." He huffed shortly and shook his head. "And it really comes down to what you want to know about those particular events; quite a lot happened and I’ve figured out the majority of it."
“Still so stingy. And rude.” Break pouted, putting his hands to his hips in a teasing manner. He skipped over to the Duke’s side, humming a little tune to himself. “You’re always so cold when I come to visit you. It’s almost like you don’t want me here or something.”
He forced a laugh. “Regardless, by now you should know that when I come up uninvited it’s either because I’m bored or I have something to speak to you about.”
Rufus rolled his eyes and unfolded from underneath himself, sliding to his feet and considering the albino for a long moment. He was, indeed, used to this pattern, if still a little perplexed by it. But, then, he’d also long since come to the conclusion that the company he provided the man was a kind of company that couldn’t be found anywhere else; undoubtedly the same reason he allowed the Hatter to keep coming and going.
"You’re unfortunately right. I am used to this. So…" He smiled thinly, brushing a vagrant strand of hair over his shoulder. "Which is it this time, hm? What brings you to my…humble home?"
Getting through the doors wasn’t a problem; it was getting through the maze of hallways that bugged him. He even liked to play games in making him find where he was! Break strode down the various hallways, peeking into every open door to see if he was there and actually checking whenever he passed a closed door to see if that stupid bird-haired Duke was there. But, if he wasn’t in his room or in his study, there was only one other place he could possibly be.
He approached the giant library doors and gently pushed one open, letting the sound of the creaking door give away whatever stealth he was trying to maintain. He stared in fake awe at the amount of books on the shelf and let out a laugh. “My~ You’re such a pack rat, Ruf-san.”
There it was. He’d nearly been counting down the minutes to when the man would turn up. He’d been listening for footsteps he’d never been able to hear. The damn Hatter was so ridiculously stealthy, he was giving more and more credit to the historical nickname, ‘The Red-Eyed Ghost’. Still, it never paid to lose composure.
Wrinkling his nose and looking up in obvious distaste, Rufus closed the book he’d been reading and didn’t bother getting to his feet.
"I’ll ask you not call me that, lest I resort to calling you by your proper name." He huffed and shook his head, brushing some of his hair from his face. "So nice to have you sneaking about though; I’d almost come to think you didn’t enjoy ‘visiting’ anymore…"