#milae

Title: なつかしのうた (Crimson Song)

Arrangement: かちかち山

Vocals: めらみぽっぷ, 天舞音叫子, & Milae

Album: どうぶつのうた 拾壱

Circle: かちかち山

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Juro was... quiet.

His eyes were trained down at the goat, blindfold tucked into a pocket of his suit, and watching Milae fuss over him--he was saying something, he was sure, yet it all passed over his head. He couldn't grasp much of the bustle and preparations around him. The grim night was finally upon them, a war they were heading for. The Rebellion that was about to set out isn't ever going to be the same again upon their return. And yet, despite the weeks of physical and mental training that both seidkonur and demon had helped him with, it was plenty surreal.

Title: なつかしのうた (Nostalgic Song)

Arrangement: かちかち山

Vocals: めらみぽっぷ, 天舞音叫子, & Milae

Album: どうぶつのうた 拾

Circle: かちかち山

Title: ？？？

Arrangement: かちかち山

Vocals: めらみぽっぷ, 天舞音叫子, & Milae

Album: どうぶつのうた 玖

Circle: かちかち山

Part 1

“Can we relax and try not to tempt fate for a second,” the laugh that escaped was slightly strained as a slender hand made to grab Milae’s hoof and pull him back to safety. It was insincere, however. Juro was every much as curious and high tensioned as the half breed. He watched as the construct struggled and screamed, smile on his cheek and furrow in his brow. He wasn’t aware, but he had defaulted to that defensive face before he knew it, his other hand trembling slightly around his unused pen as Pooka and demon conversed.

Part 2

"What are you doing."

Juro cried out, his hand shooting out to grab Milae's wrist, slowly leaning further out as he tried to keep him within reach. He glanced wildly between demon and half breed. The bookkeeper was no longer surprised by Milae's tendency to egg him on by putting himself in danger--it didn't mean he was getting used to it, if anything it merely pushed him towards more panic, "Get out of there!"

Part 4

His eyes shifted minutely as he gazed at the half breed, focusing and refocusing his sight, even when Milae turned his own away. His thumbs slid across fur covered hands, a subconscious mimicry of the goat’s own comforting gesture to him earlier on in a personal attempt to console him, tugging at his wrists to keep him near.

His nod was slow, still not entirely certain but feeling closer to something more tangible, “I got away, and he suffered in my place instead. I could’ve help--” Juro blinked as he realized what he was saying as a Bookkeeper, “I should’ve helped him.”