Trafalgar walked through the narrow passage connecting the train carriages, the metallic clank of his steps echoing softly beneath him. The further he went, the less luxurious the surroundings became — plain wooden panels replacing polished walls, and simple seats taking the place of velvet-cushioned chairs.
'There was a bathroom back in the first carriage… but I'm not walking into that knowing Alfons will be waiting outside for me to come out. He'd probably make a whole scene.'
He pushed open the next carriage door, letting the faint scent of food drift in from somewhere ahead.
'He's got an age already, doesn't he feel embarrassed acting like that? Well… I guess that's what happens when you grow up spoiled. Belonging to one of the Eight Great Families and thinking you're the best thing in the world.'
His pace slowed as he scanned the rows of seats, looking for any sign of trouble before continuing deeper into the train.
