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Hades had been wondering what was going on. Just to check on the others, he wandered into the kitchen, where everyone else had gathered. Much to his uneasiness, Sherlock was missing. Where did he run off to?

It was only now that he had gained a better view of Arsene’s features. He had some white streaks around the edges of his black hair. He no longer had the fox mask covering the top half of his face, which showed Hades that his eyes had heterochromia. He hadn’t noticed as much before, but he and Sherlock looked extremely similar. Almost identical.

Arsene had now hung his long tailcoat outside and had rolled up his sleeves. His gloves, far beyond repair, had been removed, before he washed his hands at the sink.

“Alright,” Arsene sighs, almost filling the entire room with enthusiasm, “What needs to be done?”

… While Hades knew a little about cooking basic meals and brewing tea, he strongly doubted Arsene could cook efficiently. Without making a huge mess. Something was going to go wrong. Hades could feel it.

“Is there anything that is needed?” Hades asked.

Arsene looked at him with a smile. Only realizing it just now, Hades noticed that Arsene always appeared to be smiling.

“Yes, Mr. Gray Softie,” Gray? Was it because of the gray coat, “I’m sure there’s something to do around here. Just ask Mrs. Leana. She seems to have taken over the kitchen now.”

Sigh, might as well. “What is required here?”