Being Second Nature To Him, He Was Still An Easily Nervous And Flustered Child. He Had Never Met Mister

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰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 ? ❞

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 ? Wellㅤ—ㅤmaybe that shouldn't have been surprising. Grandpaㅤ—ㅤor rather, Mikhail had poured very heart and soul into the bustling utopia that was Penacony. Surely, there would have been more than just the little dream bubble that he had been BORN from.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤEven if the memories weren't quite so flattering, he still can't help but smile. Though he was still growing used to all these brand new revelations, it was nice to hear about his Grandpa and the LIVES he had touched.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤYes, I suppose he could have been ! But to his credit, riding a snowmobile into the Taikiyan stadium DOES sound fun if it didn't disrupt anyone ! And maybe ONE Nosewalker cub would make a nice pet ! I can tell you though that even if he DID cause quite a bit of trouble for Pom-pom, he still really cared about them alongside Mister Tiernan and Miss Razalina ! They were all FAMILY to him.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe other trailblazer's words give him pause. Truth be told, he was still getting used to the idea that he was a mere fragment of his Grandpa's life. He had spent so long believing he was an absolutely normal bellboy born in Dreamflux Reef; not the legacy of one of the most accomplished Trailblazers Akavili ever got to have as a dedicated follower. Maybe SHOCK was the best word for it. He was even surprised he was able to give such a formal and well - spoken explanation to the new generation of Trailblazers when the truth had finally been revealed. Maybe that was his Grandpa's last will guiding him to help the Trailblazers save Penacony.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤTo tell you the truth, it is a little jarring going from believing you're just an ordinary kid and your Grandpa was just an ordinary seafarer to realizing you're the last remaining legacy of a legendary trailblazer. Whether or not I am my own person or I'm simply some sort of weird not - ghost of his past though, I know it's something to be PROUD of rather than ashamed of. And I'll do my best to live up to his name while I'm with you allㅤ—ㅤWITHOUT the snowmobiles and Nosewalker cubs.ㅤ❜

In a way, he felt as though he could relate to Misha. Both were the reincarnation of someone who had come before. Wistfully, he wished his own past incarnation was someone to be proud of instead of a malevolent and terrible tyrant, but what could be done about that? What mattered the most was what he did in this lifetime, and it was no different with Misha. Penacony was a place dear for the Nameless and this was where the present lay.

Meditative and thoughtful with each sweep of the mop, Dan Heng listened to the boy's story intently. He knew better than to think a simple fairytale of heroism told the entire story. Perhaps it was one he'd learn for himself someday.

It made him wonder: would the day come when a new generation of Nameless told his story? Would he be reborn the Express, and would a new incarnation hear about his past and feel proud for what had come before? Maybe... part of him genuinely hoped so.

"It's funny, but I remember being shown a Dream Bubble that Stelle bought from Dr. Edward. It showed a memory that wasn't fully rendered, but apparently, Mikhail was quite the troublemaker. He tended to fluster the Conductor quite a lot with his antics, but he was more or less made to fulfill a kind of community service as recompense. Probably not the most glamorous story there is."

Mikhail reminded him of his friends. The boisterousness, the laughter, the memories they made... and how they had remained together for so long. And now, he wanted that story to continue, too. But, a question lingered in his mind, one that few besides Misha might understand.

"You were... created by him. An offshoot of him. Maybe you think you're one and the same, but really--you're not. You've branched off and become your own person, unless... you disagree." Dan Heng didn't know if he'd meet someone like Misha again; someone so similar to himself. Hee had to know and see for sure if it was possible to live beyond the person who came before, or... if it was all just folly, in the end.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 amicableㅤ—ㅤand it still WAS. The Bellboy was ALWAYS polite and kind to everyone he had met; no matter who or what they were. Butㅤ—ㅤmaybe it was those Watchmaker instincts; but he had a BAD feeling about this man. Could such a seemingly benevolent person really be the one trying to bring about THE ORDER unto Penacony ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤIf that were the case too, it meant that SOMEHOW Gallagher and Sleepie hadn't been able to stop him. And THAT meant he would have to warn the Nameless he had invited to the Charmony festival. He had to worm his way out of THIS first though. Hopefully he was as cool and charming as his Grandpa had been.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWell, that's OKAY ! If Miss Robin prefers to think of me as an ordinary bellboy, I'm fine with that ! Whether I'm just a bellboy or the Watchmaker, I'll do my best to make Miss Robin and the other Dreamchasers of Penacony HAPPY ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤㅤ—ㅤSpeaking of though, I MIGHT need to tend to some guests soon ! I - I hope you don't mind that, Mister Sunday !ㅤ❜

He knew his sister had only told him, as she was unaware of the alter motives he had in finding the Watchmaker's Legacy, but now with the cat out of the bag like this, he had to wonder if the search had truly been worth it. Why had this child installed such fear in the other members? Surely, if this was all, then they had nothing to fear. They could go ahead with the festival and bring about the blessed future they'd been working this hard for. Yet, there was still that slight touch of doubt that refused to entirely fade. His sister's influence, perhaps.

"If I'm honest, I do not believe she quite understands your significance. It was quite a surprise to find out the truth...but also I am quite delighted to finally get to meet you in person like this. Truly, a blessing from Xipe".

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰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. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰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.