"Like everyone else, apparently." Duo flicks a hand back in the direction he'd come from the train station for reference, the kind of petulant frustration he's feeling at the moment enough to make his sometimes less-than-flattering behavior worse. "That train."

He watches him leaf through the pages and folders for a long moment, debating on whether to join back in. At first he had been doing the same, looking but not tossing things left, right, and center... But then the constant blank pages had gotten the better of his temper. If there had ever been the thought that time and age may improve Duo Maxwell's mercurial temper..

They were very wrong.

"Odd is one way to put it."