#{wandering banshee}

"Oh hey Vivian, what's up?" Belle spoke, having looked up from the counter and smiled at the banshee. "I didn't expect many customers or visitors today. Did you come to borrow a videotape or do you wanna hang out?"

Vivian turned around quickly at the sound of Belle’s voice, her fingers finding their way onto her own cheeks as she stutters trying to respond to a simple proposition.

“A-ah, Lord Phaethon! I…I was here for a film…B-but if you want to spend time together, I would be more than happy to do so..!”

Bold faced fib on the ‘just here to rent a film’ excuse, she had entered the store with the hope of seeing her here, but didn’t think she would get this far. So, here she was, a stammering mess in front of her oshi! Humiliating!

Vivian's pointed ears flutter ever so softly as Hugo reaffirms her with a confirmation of a familial bond they share, her hands slowly moving over her the lower area of her face.

"Family..." She tests the word, seeing how it felt on the tongue, a soft smile forming underneath her palm. "I...I am happy you view me as such. I see you as a brother figure myself, after all, and it would be rather embarrassing if you did not feel a similar way."