Naoto
The Killy Killy Joker
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"Do please, get off my leg. I find this rather uncomfortable." Ciel asked Eliot. "Wurmple." Ciel called. "WURMPLE!" Wurmple cried as he jabbed Eliot in the back with the barbs on his tail. (Not hard enough to draw blood. Just hard enough to cause pain.) "Anyway. Now that i think about it. Im not sure if i should take the Gym Challenge or become a cordinator."