atelophobia.

He wasn’t really enthusiastic about holidays, specially if his brother wasn’t around to spend them with him. However, he decided to play along and join the community. Devil like horns, tail and wings seemed like an easy option, fast and easy to understand, there was also an eye patch and a scar on the other side just to add a little something. The boy didn’t think that they would become part of him. He wondered how much of a change would be, the thought wasn’t really exciting.

   “ Spiritual power? Hm…..I suppose it could be, but it depends on how you define this ‘spiritual power’ and the uses of it. “

✦ It weren’t as if Lumine was bad with dealing with people younger than her, but at times she did feel like she was walking on eggshells around them. The youth of different worlds were all raised differently and she never really, wholly, knew how to approach them. Because how do you deal with a girl like Fischl and expect you can comprehend the minds of others in her age group?

…Even so. There wasn’t anyone else nearby that she could ask this very important question.

“What is a veggie burger supposed to be? How do vegetables mimic meat?” Important fast food line discussion.

@obtainloss​

He was still deciding what his order would be, there was a long variety of things he could try and some dished that resembled the ones from his world. Going with the safe option seemed like the most logical answer. Before he could proceed, someone called him seeking for information. 

Veggie burgers? Oh he knew them, they were becoming quite popular in his world, so he could only assume they were the same thing in this one, unless the name tricked him.

It wasn’t really a photographic eye that drew Mitsuba to the rooftops, but he could probably play it off like it was. Even for all his ability to be interested in photography again, sometimes he really did feel like he was still trying to fit the shoes of that Mitsuba, because he didn’t know how else to just be a normal kid without going through someone else’s motions. But holding a camera felt natural to him. It made him – happy. It did.

Happy enough that he was distracted enough by setting up a shot of the city that he didn’t notice when someone else joined him on the rooftop.

“HHYYYEEK–!!”

Mitsuba nearly dropped the camera. He didn’t, but he nearly did, and only after practically bouncing it from hand to hand a good few times did he realize that he’d had the neck strap on all along so maybe it wasn’t that close after all. Still, he whirled around, brows furrowed, fully ready to dig into whoever was stupid enough to sneak up on him while he was preoccupied.

“Hey, watch it! What’s someone with such a depressed face like you doing up here anyway? What if the strap had broken and I’d dropped my camera? Would you pay for it? Can you even hold a job looking like that?” Well, Tomioka-san had been able to and this kid kinda reminded Mitsuba of him, but…

“Ahh, and if the film had been damaged… sneaking up on someone as cute as me with a face like yours… well, I’ll have you know whatever you were planning, I-I’m probably stronger than you, so don’t even think about trying to get the upper hand on me! Pervert! Voyeur! Idiot!”

Sorry, was he looking for comfort? Looks like he just was going to deal with Mitsuba instead, and the only thing that had stopped Mitsuba from continuing to rattle off insults was him heaving a dramatic sigh.

“Of course I like it here! Why would I be taking a photo of something I don’t like!? What kinda question is that? You really are an idiot!”

A “yes” or “no” was what he expected as an answer, but instead of that he got jabberings about something he couldn’t understand quite well. 

“Pervert, voyeur, idiot.” That’s what the other said.

Who?

Not him, that couldn’t be, unless until now Ritsu was aware he wasn’t none of that so there wouldn’t be a reason for him being called those kind of things. He looked around the rooftop trying to find someone, perhaps the target and the person whose those names belonged was hiding there, surprisingly there was no one else.

He felt a little concerned about the kid. Was someone bothering him? Perhaps if he talked to him a bit more he could help him out with whatever was going on. However, he did seem kind of upset, he eve---Ah, right. A job what can he do as a job, huh? He had to think about it before getting into some debt forcing him to start making contact with dangerous people lending him money and what if he couldn’t pay it back and ended up becoming one of th-- Oh,right, back to the boy. 

At least he answered his question and he was right, asking about it while he was seeing someone taking a picture of it was pretty obvious, perhaps he was indeed, an idiot. 

 ❝ Are you okay? Why are you yelling?❞

Ritsu asked in soft and calmed voice, tilting his head a little He was good at reading the atmosphere but this interaction was quite unusual to him, after all nobody had ever talked to him like that. 

🌪️ The voice behind him has Sariel turn around. A human, apparently. And he offers his help. Well, maybe they know what this strange gift is for? Humans are quite crafty after all, which is one of their very endearning traits in fact. So he’s holding the object of his confusion out to the other.

“I would appreciate it. The fairies of this place don’t want to medddle with this magic mirror, it seems.”

Whatever setup Spirale’s cellphones do in the beginning after being turned on is already processed. It is merely glowing now and waiting for its new owner’s first steps. But Sariel is cautious about doing anything carelessly with something he is unfamiliar with. Especially if it appears magical to him.

The gadget is entrusted to him and the boy takes him carefully, he didn’t want any accidents, after all. ❝ Huh? Oh...This is a cellphone. You use it to contact people.❞ At least that much he was sure he knew, but he could understand the other’s confusion, especially if technology wasn’t something so common in his world. Ritsu stays close to the owner of the phone, his fingers traveling across the screen clicking different options as he realized it was more difficult than he thought. In that specific moment he regretted no familiarizing himself with something that is so useful and necessary in his own world. 

“…”

“… no… that’s – no. Thanks though. I won’t. But if you want to teach anyone any lessons, I won’t stop you.”

❝ Is that so? ❞ 

“Oh, no. I don’t. I don’t like chocolate.”

“Everyone thought I was in a costume but I just look like this. I failed to fully understand the point last year, so I don’t think this year’s going to be much better. It isn’t the sort of ‘festivity’ that I understand.”

❝ I see.❞