, . Of Course, It Wasn't As If He Didn't Welcome KIND ADULTS. In Fact, It Was Quite The Opposite. He

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't welcome KIND ADULTS. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He had the misfortune of encountering MANY adults in his lifeㅤ—ㅤand out of all of them; only one of them had been kind to him up until this point. But he didn't want to complicate the matter of bringing his FATHER back to life even further. He had even been been reluctant to bring Mademoiselle Domi into it. It had just been the best idea at the timeㅤ—ㅤwell, until it turned out that it wasn't.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe wasn't used to an adult being THIS concerned over his well - being. Now, he actually had to think. There was no way he could just bring this woman to his actual ' home ' and think she would ACCEPT IT. There was another thing he could do; take her to where his ' caretaker ' lived. He didn't LIKE the idea nor did he like his ' caretaker 'ㅤ—ㅤbut in the very least, he knew that the man was REASONABLE enough to play along and let the woman on her way. The Comté probably wasn't going to be too happy with HIM though.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt's a LITTLE far ! I actually rode my dog, Etoilé here ! I probably could have walked it on my own, but I get TIRED OUT easily ! She can take me back if you're that worried, Mademoiselle ! ㅤ❜

˚˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ—ㅤHe had a feeling she wouldn't take THAT either.

"Well, it's good you have someone that is supposed to be looking out for you, but I still wouldn't feel right letting you to wander back home on your own. That would make me irresponsible." Charlotte taps her chin in thought, tilting her head a bit. It wouldn't be too hard for her to escort him home and get back to the cafe without losing much time. Still, she wanted to make sure he was okay with her offering it since she was a stranger to him.

Deciding to be cautious was the best approach, and so she settled to lead into the offer after one or two questions. All this would depend on his answers of course, but she was ready to counter most excuses if she was given any. She was also ready to just safely shadow him if he lived nearby enough with one of her butterflies.

"My cafe isn't really on the more popular main thoroughfare, so I would at least like to know how far you'd be walking. Do you live close to here or far? If you live more than I few blocks I'd rather offer to escort you back." All it would take is one unlucky instance that would break any safety of his previous times going about the area himself. That was the burning worry that had her bothering to offer, alongside a desire to size up just who was in charge of this young boy.

She had a certain instinctual feeling that the boy was maybe lacking proper care. A feeling she really didn't want to overlook.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰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˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. Sure, he was MORE attuned to the otherworldly than most people were, he still wasn't quite at his mum's level yet. There was definitely a possibility he was missing SOMETHING.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤM - maybe ! Hopefully it's just a few stray ghost Pokémon and nothing else. Should we LOOK ?ㅤ❜

It's strange, really, to come to the conclusion that the cafe has something going on, enough to call in an expert on the supernatural. He's not really sure what to expect, but if it is ghosts, at least he and his Zoroark might have an advantage. If it's not, then... Well, he's not really sure what to do in that case.

" Eh, as far as I know, no? But we are kinda in a back alley, and there are plenty of stuff going on around the city. Maybe something happened nearby...? "

꒰ྀི ✧ — @badrcputation asked: "Want me to kick that guy's ash for ya? Just say the word and they're dust!" - Boothill, to Misha <3

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( Unprompted. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 was just another part of the job. The job was fulfilling; especially when he got to talk to the NICER guestsㅤ—ㅤbut it was NEVER any fun dealing with the rude ones. He always got so flustered and wound up embarrassing himself even FURTHER. The disappointment and shame with himself was even worse.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHearing the galaxy ranger's words though, all of those feelings were quickly reduced to PANIC.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤW - wait ! You don't have to do that ! Iㅤ—ㅤI mean, I appreciate your willingness to defend me butㅤ—ㅤVIOLENCE isn't allowed in the Reverie ! I don't want you to get in TROUBLE because of me ! ㅤ❜

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤOh, only if you'd like ! I'd HATE to trouble you, Miss Miran !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 Miss Miran wasn't capable of the task (ㅤ—ㅤlittle did he know that she actually WASN'T ). He was just a little TOO used to taking on all of the work himself. As he starts gathering up the supplies and the tools, he continued to listen to her words.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤA big buffet ? He'd never seen THAT in the hotel before ! His skills weren't exactly in the dining areaㅤ—ㅤso that was definitely part of the reason he hadn't quite taken a REAL good look there yet.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI'll promise I'll eat enough, Miss Miran ! Butㅤ—ㅤI'm not QUITE sure about my spice tolerance !ㅤ❜

“I had the intention to eat with you. In order to ensure that you’re eating enough.”, she spoke, delighted that he wouldn’t struggle against the idea of lunch. There had been quite a handful internships and employees that would deny to take care of themselves. At least until they witnessed her ‘wrath’ - which was just aggressively shoving them into the restaurant area and watch every single bite they’d take while wearing an unsatisfied expression until they ate enough.

It was rather refreshing that Misha wasn’t like this.

“If you allow me I can help you with putting them away.”, she offered, though in all honesty - she didn’t know where they put the tools. She had her own work, the managers where the ones who overlooked the departments they managed - it was none of Miran’s business, she was just gear that ensured that everything was running the way it should. Which was stressful enough.

“At lunch time we always have a large buffet that goes from bland food to rather spicy.”, Miran explained, even though nobody asked. She just wished that they knew what awaited them, “Though, there is also the possibility to order. We try to cover every guest’s wishes as good as possible.”.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤOnce you’re stripped clean , what’s at your core ?

flightless bird

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

resounding truth

you have a goal in mind, and others brush it off right away... why does everyone always tell you to follow your dreams when it's actually their dreams that they want you to follow? your memory is weak, and your conviction is even weaker on days when you're reminded of how alone you really are. it's hard to go on without someone pushing you forward... is this what life is? a cycle of monotony, fueled only by the desire not to trouble anyone too much with your passing? it would be nice to have something, or someone, to spur you on. i hope you find them.

cauterizing rage

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

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