Wholly unaware of the “treats” he’d be missing, he took the box eagerly, holding it tightly in his grasp while reality struck both of them. Also unbothered by the statement of Kiada working with him, the youth simply glanced up with a bright grin and easygoing smile. “I like your origami! I tried making a frog and bird too, but they didn’t turn out quite right,” as he hadn’t had the patience, nor the wherewithal to be precise in those motions yet.
The notions of connections and heritage made him wrinkle his nose, an uncanny similarity and resemblance to said father. “I am!” and he puffed his little chest out proudly, maneuvering the box enough to free one hand to shake in return, missing the way Deimos had slid his gaze from youth to Maverick, muffling a snort and extending a nod towards Dantalion, before returning to said conversation.
As for why they were here, Erebos could sum it up swiftly. “Dad had to talk to some dude about monsters. Guild stuff. And then I wanted to go,” to see things. “Do you like the Grounds?”
The notions of connections and heritage made him wrinkle his nose, an uncanny similarity and resemblance to said father. “I am!” and he puffed his little chest out proudly, maneuvering the box enough to free one hand to shake in return, missing the way Deimos had slid his gaze from youth to Maverick, muffling a snort and extending a nod towards Dantalion, before returning to said conversation.
As for why they were here, Erebos could sum it up swiftly. “Dad had to talk to some dude about monsters. Guild stuff. And then I wanted to go,” to see things. “Do you like the Grounds?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
