VAGABOND. ⁽ᵃᵖ⁾

‘ ah, the cats...? ’ he pointed at the majority of cats that have been resting with him on the park bench. whenever he would be on his own, the cats would be with him. if it wasn’t the can of tuna that made the cats follow his own, then he wouldn’t understand. he loved cats so much, though, so he didn’t mind. 

‘ they’re friendly... but– ’ pointing at a british short hair, that had been nuzzling his side, he then looked at the stranger, ‘ this one is quite affectionate. feel free to touch them. i doubt that they would avoid someone like you. cats know when there’s danger around– otherwise they would have ran away. ’

                                ‘ bothering ? oh, never ! you’re always welcome here.    ’

                       the hand - crafted tea cup is brought to soft lips, eyelashes caressing  the gentle curve of rose cheek. a light steam wavers from the lavender tea & entangles in the smooth, flaxen curls that are tied into two dainty pigtails with vibrant ribbons. however, before she could sample the drink his offer of adventure piques the young girl’s interest, lidded eyes raised to meet his in profound interest.

                          ‘    what kind of adventure are you suggesting ?   ’

                the cup now rests on the matching saucer, both shining with gold trims & detailed blue & lavender florets. now without something to hold her hands found a home in the thick folds of her skirt as she shifted her seat, allowing a slim back to straighten & now actually completely face her companion. 

AN ADVENTURE HE SAID; he was not really aware about the consequences of taking someone ( acquaintance or not ) with him, but be would do it for the sake of fun and enjoyment– for both parties obviously. and he had thought about something. something that would be interesting and funny. and what could it be?

‘ i told you about my adventures, right? a time- and space traveler who has visited a lot of places and timelines. however, what i miss is someone around me and sharing the fun. i was suggesting a nice trip to 1888′s london. the victorian epoch to be precise. i have visited it once and it was only for a friend to get postal stamps. but i have heard and seen so much it makes me go there again. ’

   finishing his brief explanation of his plan, his thin lips were uncovering a little smile. he knew about the risks that could happen in that timeline; but knowing he would protect his companion ( a knight would forever protect his lady ) he was sure that nothing bad would going to happen. he was an optimist, lacking on realism; a huge flaw that had brought him into lots of mistakes. 

‘have you found it, rookie?’

calling a U.A. student a ROOKIE was pretty much unsual. but here he was, trying to SHOW THE KIDS how to do hero jobs. first of all, it was, obviously, a little nerve draining. second of all, he’d rather go and give them BETTER JOBS than looking for MISSING PETS. but was CASUAL HERO WORK, and he was more or less PAID FOR IT as well. how tiring. 

FACING the girl, he could hear a meowing. this was either pretty good or it was just ending in a FALSE once again. THIRD TIME in a row. 

‘WHITE with a BLACK SPOT on it’s back. that was the description.’

would she go for such an adventure? he knew about the consequences, and maybe, his next travel would probably convince her– maybe if he had to make sure of it. 

‘miss mami– i hope i’m not bothering you right now’, he said, taking off his head before amethyst was fixed at the girl again. ‘how about i’ll take you to an adventure? here and now? i’ll show you something you wouldn’t ever forget.’

his ‘true’ past would be heavily hinted at the first volume and actually be revealed in the third volume. it’s a huge gap until then but considering future events and interactions with drew, it is still important to write this down and keep it on this blog.