The black-haired man stood over his victim, wiping away the blood from his face. He kicked dirt over the corpse.
A smaller, lithe boy stood behind him, smiling. A mask covered half of his face, only his mouth visible. "You could have been more graceful with that kill, Lune," he pointed out to his 'mentor'.
"Says you, Jester," Lune growled, licking the blood away from his dagger.
"I'm jealous of your skills.." Jester said simply. He was still smiled suspiciously, like he had just done something terribly wrong.
"I'm so jealous.. That I could just kill you."