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There’s a beat. Then another as he pulls out what looks like an mp3 player. Clicking play only for a MikuMikuDance song to start playing, you guessed it: staring Len Kagamine.

He can’t keep a straight face.

“You caught me! How dare you ruin my secret identity.”

   His expression brightens considerably from its previously neutral-cocky state.  Looking less like a soul that’s wandered a little too far down an unknown path and more like a kid who has found himself in a rather unique situation.

   “finally!”  He croons happily, ever enthused to find someone who can make light of a situation.  “someone who can get my sense ‘f humor!”

“It wasn’t a meandering path to run into. It’s an easy reference, just have to tickle the right funny bone.” He chuckled. How could someone not jump on such ludicrous jokes? It was the best chance to laugh. Honestly it reminded him of texting a certain Tsar.

… Noah don’t ever change. You incorrigible idiot.

With a sigh he stands straight again. Letting a chuckle pass his lips.

“Sweet stars… Thank you.” He said, unable to hide the solumn in his voice. Noah tucked the piece of paper back to its hiding place quickly.

“Ah, sorry. Its… Well… It’s silly, don’t worry about it. Again thank you.” He turned to lead the way again, fighting both the lump in his throat and the veins of darkness that pushed their way up his neck. He had almost lost his only piece of Seirlran like a damn fool… Noah felt extra glad for his Glamor.

... Well. Remind him never to spit in Noah’s tea. Though the question now was... who had?

“Aaaa... awkward.” He half muttered to himself.

Nightfall was always an enchanting time. This world did it a disservice by covering the stars from sight with excess light. Not that he was helping matters at present.

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Steps quiet and measured, shoes in hand a man carefully waded through the waters at the ocean’s edge. Each step lighting up with a glimmer and a glow. A luminescence that shown like something living and yet half like starlight.

Well out of the view of the moon and smiling absently as he walked under the stars. A lone wanderer carving a gleaming comets tail within the surf.

It had been a long night. Toothiana constantly fussing over the teeth she’d been collecting. She almost wished she had brought a toothbrush with her, to scrub off the sugar induced plaque building on them. She sighed, passing off the few she had on hand to one of her fairies. She would deliver them to the palace so Tooth could continue her rounds. but after a short break. A quiet hover sounded nice right about then.

It’s not everyday he gets to do this. Oh void it’s not even every eon anymore. That’s what he gets for getting into a few too many scandals. You sink one city and everyone goes crazy, hypocrites. They deserved it.