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˗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.”.

꒰ྀི ✧ — @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˗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. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

A tragedy......................

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