The closer they get, the farther they were.

"Aries."

Aries turned her head, only to jump back with the horrendous mask in front of her. She patted her chest, gritting her teeth when Abel slid the mask to the side and smirked evilly.

"Goodness..." she clutched her hand, suppressing the urge to smack him just once. "... you'd be the death of me," she blurted out.

"That's fine with me." He laughed, checking the horrendous mask in his hand. "It's not a bad one. We should get two. One for me and you. We'll scare the living hell out of Conan. What do you think?"

Abel quirked a brow, studying her blank expression. It was safe to say that he was enjoying this, while the latter was akin to a chaperon. Either way, Abel was having fun. That was more important. 

"Say." Aries cleared her throat, toeing closer to him until they were shoulder to shoulder. "You're a little annoyed by Sir Conan, right?"