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woosh. it me nugget. some really old guy going back to this...is still alive fandom? who knows

A hidden yawn, his own features distorting a bit. A long night in his desk had made him almost lethargic. 

heheheheheheheh starter call

When you’re relevant he’ll care.  No he won’t 

“Old people like you are still around?! Man, you have to be at least 100!!”

      Almond shaped-eyes didn’t see it coming, with all honesty. The folded packages, the ink of the covers a little blurred byproduct of the age of said presents. At the very least, Mito didn’t realize she was being recognized and gifted according to his tastes in video games. In old times, she would have blushed for her own naivety. In the present, the daughter of the Jūjō clan embarrassed herself equally.

      She read the titles of the games, some in English, other in katakana.

      ❝ Mario Kart―❓ ❞ She might had heard of it when she was still fifteen. Mito then bowed in a rush. ❝ I-I highly appreciate the gesture, my lord. I-I’d like to return the favor in the near future. ❞

 “...You will most likely, will not. Not with this economy, not with this present.” he affirms, though not dissapointed. just as long as such classics were preserved, he was fine with whatever happens next. though one day, these young people will be as old as he is, and that day he wonders how free humanity will be. 

 “All I ask, is preservation of these. is that attainable.”

   “  You’re  not  Shinya.  Therefore  ,  to  me  ,  you  deserve  no  more  respect  than  the  common  foot  soldier.  That  is  to  say  ,  none  unless  i decide  to.  “  Byakkomaru  answered  ,  tail  flicking  against  the  floor.  “  Only  he  has  my  respect.  And  loyalty.  “

   A  snort  left  the  tiger.  “  I  am  aware  of  that.  One  day  he  will.  But  I  would  prefer  that  through  old  age  rather  than  in  the  battle  field  or  by  the  hands  of  another.  Those  I  will  protect.  “

 “Than we are same thought. But stronger forces will decide, not us.” he is meant to prune, the future is meant for those who have the strength to kill him. though his eldest son will surely do so, he will not consider Guren since he is... he has too much long term plans to play carelessly. 

 in summary he doesn’t care about a lot of things after the calamity. 

her hands remain behind her back as her stance straightens up. 

“ No sir, i have received plenty of informations but most are either irrevelant or needing confirmation and eventually further developement thus i chosed to not go over them as giving away uncertain intels could slow down our side.” Elyon explains calmely, though a part of her feared her carefulness would come out as her being preposterous or lax. 

A light smile dancing on her lips, she was still a child, praises for her work and efforts would always be welcomed. Though she is quick to bow down as a thanks for the leader’s generosity.

“ I greatly appreciate the gesture, sir.” 

Vauge information is useless until confirmed, information that is passed down to generations were watered down somewhat. Tenrii knows this, his information network is vast and he suppose that his sons will never know how much cover he has, even within the vampire community. 

 “I suppose you do.” because her loyalty is always into question, everyone is when he can’t ascertain the young anymore.