For all that he had what essentially amounted to standing orders to leave the current mayor as he was, Zexion had to admit he had disagree with his last decision just on general principle. The change was hardly that would be taken well, even by the usual standards of nonsense that went on in the city. It wold divide the city in two, draw up the battle lines and generally breed ill-will. He could only hope that it wouldn't lead to battles in the street.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise, then, that he stopped to listen when he heard Grace expressing very much the same things that he'd been thinking, if in somewhat cruder language. The mayor was a fool, duly elected though he'd been, and while the poor hapless citizens would be the one to bear the brunt of it, he found that really, he couldn't much care. Let them take it. Perhaps then they'd think again about their precious 'traditions.' Even better, it was something that this particular persona (brown-haired and bookish, with clothes one might expect of a college student) would agree with. He needn't worry about speaking up here.

"I quite agree."