#depthsofdreaming

"They're twins, right? So we'll have to make sure we get two cakes."

"I...I, um..." He wishes that he, too, had a diving helmet to cover his face. But, oh dear, that would be rude on his part, to seem as though he were mimicking Freminet.

But...

But...

It would be rude of him to turn them down, but he grabs the box with two hands, practically shaking. "Goodness, my ears would be red if i had any, I think." And his heart was beating so fast, the one he was certain was his own.

"Th...thank you! Thank you so much!"

"I'll...I'll treasure these forever! Or, ah..."

Eyes sparked with great curiosity as he noticed a somewhat familiar visage from across the path sitting there all by himself, a spark hidden by his mask to hide all and any malicious intentions he could possibly harbour.

While not too familiar, he would recognize the current generation of the House of the Hearth at any given opportunity; for the most part, because access to them has been denied by his oh so dear colleague. And this one in particular, the Doctor knew was of great importance. Aside from Arlecchino’s prized twins, of course. What a burden it must be for the young man to stand in the shadow of his siblings…

“My, my,” he mused as he approached him nonchalantly, a disarming smile on his lips as he tried to speak his words as caring and kind as possible, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.” The name, of course, had slipped him. After Arlecchino forbade him to come around or near the children, he had quickly lost interest in their affairs, yet kept an informed eye on them, just in case an opening presented itself. 

An opening like this.

With a careful glance to the side, he made sure that his ‘Father’ was indeed nowhere in sight; an encounter like this would be indeed quite bothersome. “I have heard you are a tinkering genius, I am quite interested in your work.”

人形 - "One of the House of the Hearth's kids, huh?" Wanderer waved his hand from side to side as he spoke. As Scaramouche, he hadn't had much of an interest in Arlecchino or her children. Considering how he was back then, the less interaction he had with the other Fatui, the better. He didn't bother to learn names he didn't need to learn.

He probably would have ignored the kid now, but he'd been flagged down for having a Vision. Not surprising. There weren't a lot of people that carried them in Spirale.

yet here he was, on his lonesome with his companion in hand amidst the snow. though it wasn't her place, he almost feels... lonely, at least to what she can see. perhaps he wouldn't mind if she joined him, then? if he does, she can only hope he will tell her, or at least make some kind of indication he would rather be left to his own devices, much as she had done to any who found their way to her in that cavern so long ago. she sits down a little ways away, the cold hardly affecting her any as she does, especially when she starts to draw something in the whiteness on the ground.

❝ Like this? ❞ pulling away her finger, she folds her arms over her knees, waiting for him to see the likeness of pers she had drawn into the snow.

⚙ Sandrone didn't harbour any ill will towards Arlecchino's children. In fact, she considered her partnership with the House of the Hearth to be mutually beneficial, even if she wasn't sure how it could be of any help in Spirale. "Freminet." Her eyes immediately dashed about the surrounding area, as if looking for something cautiously. "...Your sister isn't here, is she?"

She didn't have any machines for Lynette to break, but she also couldn't discard the possibility that meant her ire would be pointed at the key on her back.

"Or, perhaps I should address him? Question: what is your name? And the name of the sir holding you?"

Welcome back to chilly Isola Radiale, Freminet!

You'll be staying in CONDO 406!

You will retain everything you had in your previous stay.

Enjoy your return!