#inablinkgone

Just a small family living in the haunted woods together in someone else's house

"I'd ask if you've cleaned up your mouth since last time, but it seems your scowl worsens the more I speak," Aurelius scoffs. In his arms he carries a basket and within it—a very pretty white cat with blue eyes, who perches on the edge and meows in between his every word.

"I assure you, this cat was alone on the street when I picked her up."

"I am simply taking her to a safer place."

"Please, forgive me. Gwen shouldn't have disturbed you, it's my fault for not keeping an eye on her."

She blinks, recognition dawning on her. This was the person that asked her to compliment herself that one odd day...

"YOU SHUT UP!"

"You're just as bad as I am, if not worse! Your taste is horrible! What a freak!"

"You ready for this, Till?" She checks on him, making sure that he's good. He has his guitar in hand, and she and he both have their microphones at the ready.

She can feel her heartbeat racing. Thumping against her veins. Being on stage has never really done any of them any good. She loved singing and singing for those she cared for, but...

To be forced to sing to stay alive?

Oh? Interesting. This city was crawling with people he knew, alongside many people he'd never laid eyes upon. This one hadn't noticed him yet... Till appeared to be playing with (getting scratched by?) a random wandering animal. Luka approached, light on his feet, standing behind Till ominously as he watched, looking down on the crouched Till. They weren't on the stage right now, so Luka had no particular reason to be hostile. He simply tilted his head to the side.

"Oh, yeah! Speaking of all that, Oppa, do you like anyone?" They had been talking about Soma, or mostly, Hanabi has been talking about Soma and how wonderful he is. It was only natural that she'd ask about Till's interest if he had any!

TRUTH OR DARE (ACCEPTING)

" .... Till. "

His hand lands on his shoulder.

" In a way.... it's a tradition? To say 'NICE' after you see the combination of 96 somewhere. People might find it obnoxious depending on a person but it's fine! But as for what it is... "

Now. He could leave it there but perhaps you can't keep the world away from people. A lone tear runs from the corner of his eye but wipes it off.

Eiden inhales deep before he dresses it all to Till - perfectly calm and composed, not leaving out unnecessarily graphic details along some pretty nifty tricks and basic safety matters. After lecture he smiles far too bright for the topic at the hand, sunlight hitting his face as it's starting to descent: