I Miss Misha.

I miss Misha.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 he would be questioned about his ageㅤ—ㅤand it certainly wouldn't have been the last either. He probably WAS a little too young to be working in customer service. At least he CLEARLY didn't mind it as he continues to attempt to help the guest with a smile.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤMaybe I am, but it's OKAY ! I get to talk to NICE GUESTS like you when I'm not busy and hear all about their travels ! I can save up to explore the stars like the guests too !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWith his attempt to reassure the guest, he motions for the other to FOLLOW him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤThe front desk is THIS way ! Hopefully your friend is still there !ㅤ❜

Last time he was told to meet somewhere, he was ghosted, same with the instance before that. Next time this happens, he's ought to stop trying. It's not like they wouldn't meet again at the headquarters. Probably.

Looking down at the kid, he realized his error-- he did not mean to get so visibly upset. He offers him a little smile, "yeah, that'd be nice of ya."

Then, gives the kid a good once-over. "Wait, aren't you a little too young to be... working? At all?"

It was 0% his business, it was more or less a curiosity on his part. Are there no regulations about this? Who is making this child work? Then again, he did not know a single thing about the laws on this planet.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 came as a shockㅤ—ㅤand yet somehow, it wasn't even a SURPRISE to him as his trusty dog quickly deflected every single round with its razor sharp tail. A brief look of DISGUST contorts his juvenile visage before he simple chuckles. It was as if that very same rainy night was repeating itself ALL OVER again.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ( This time, he would make CERTAIN it would go in his favor )

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤReally ? The GUN again ? You're running out of tricks, Brother. And I thought it DIDN'T suit you. Still doesn't, by the way.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤTruly, it was a shame that his own BROTHER wanted him dead this badly. It was as if one of those DEMONS he had so firmly believed possessed his mother had claimed his brother's soul too. But he would have been a fool to think that. Clearly, this was the VAMPIRE'S doing.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt's not as if I have anywhere else to go, Brother. The Comté de Saint Germaine is the only one even willing to TRY to bring Father back.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBy now though, he had already realized that the Comté had his OWN motives. But he didn't care. He would do ANYTHING to bring his family back together again.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ The pity of others has a high irritating potential; it discriminatingly denudes the weakness, real or presumed, of those who attract it. Perhaps, this was partly responsible for what was to happen that night. An unsettling layer of pity had settled at the bottom of Vanitas' blue gaze, the same one worn to satisfy Catherine's request for death and talk to Mikhail at the playground— really a surprise, that he had survived.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You didn't answer ·̲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the doctor advanced.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ But it was a split second.

𝔽𝕊ℍℍ!!! 𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔾!!!—---

⠀⠀⠀Promptly firing a few gunshots, Vanitas repelled the automaton's tail, sparing himself a whipping. He had robbed Dante again— there was no need to rough him up this time, but he absolutely HAD to resupply himself before he met Mikhail. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

꒰ྀི ✧ — @kunstmarchend asked: minding that their claws don't snag, sovann ruffles misha's already fluffy hair. if they're not careful, it will become a force of habit to do so whenever they take to following behind the boy like they're his shadow. / ( you'll be getting a full starter but sovann misses their totally-not-surrogate-little-brother <3 )

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( Unprompted. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤH - hey ! You're MESSING my hair up !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒕 as he could HARDLY keep the smile off of his face. Once the other seemed to be satisfied, the boy turns and gives them a big HUG !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI MISSED you too !ㅤ❜

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚 being second nature to him, he was still an easily nervous and flustered child. He had never met Mister Sunday personally until this pointㅤ—ㅤbut his name was already being spoken of so HIGHLY in Penacony. It was no secret after all how quickly the man had risen through the ranks. He could definitely FEEL the imposing aura coming off the man.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ( Or maybe that feeling was something worse that he couldn't QUITE tell yet. )

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤIt didn't SEEM as if he was in trouble for anything though. Quickly, he tries to adjust himself and maintain the usual professional personality that he ALWAYS did when dealing with anyone in the Reverie or the Sweet Dream.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤEverything seems to be going well on my end, Mister Sunday ! The guests are satisfied and I've been doing EVERYTHING I can to assist with their needs !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤButㅤ—ㅤdo you think we could use any IMPROVEMENTS ? Like more amenities ? More comfortable Dreampools ? Or what about my performance in particular ?ㅤ❜

while the transition from bronze melodia to family head was seamless, sunday lamented the fact that now he had even less free time than before. such was inevitable when moving up in ranks, but any opportunity to slip away was a welcome one indeed. so when he eventually strolled into hotel's lobby and spotted the bellboy, the halovian approached the boy with nothing more than the fleeting desire for some small talk.

❝ hello there, misha. ❞ flaxen hues studied the bellboy for a moment, finding slight amusement in his slight panic. were people already beginning to grow afraid of him, or was misha just nervous ? he shook the question from his mind, giving the boy a small smile in hopes to ease his worries. ❝ the reverie is treating me well, thank you for asking. there's nothing in particular i can think of, as i decided to go for a walk last minute, but... how are you doing ? is there any trouble i should be aware of ? ❞