#muse: garth

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were stalking me". He was only half kidding as he paused in his rather hurried pace, turning around to face Sora with a weak smile, "Did you miss me that much? I did leave a message". Maybe he should have perhaps explained why he'd came back to Penacony all of a sudden, rather than just stating he was taking a break there. Anyone that knew him well enough, was quite aware of the mixed feeling he had towards his homeland. "I came to visit my family", he explained, before turning to start walking towards the grave at the back of Dreamflux Reef, "It's actually my birthday today - they used to be the only ones to actually celebrate it though. When I released the date was coming up, I thought I should at least visit - sounds a little strange, I know. Everyone's gone now. Only Clockie is still around these days". He sighed and paused again when they came to the square with the Nameless graves, leaning on the railing there, slightly hesitate about going further than this, even though he'd already came all this way.

“Are you sure about spending the holidays here with me? I mean...I can understand if you might wish to stay around people who you do remember...”, and he didn’t mean that to be snide, he wished only the best for his wife, as he always has done, “...but, if your staying...maybe the old traditions might help bring something back...”. They’d only really had the one Christmas together before but maybe if he echoed that experience then something might return. Was that too much to ask for? 

“Just let me take the blame for this, alright?”, he smiled down at Yumeno as they made their way towards the apartment, Garth carrying what they’d bought while outside, sipping on a shake that was almost done. He was aware that he’d get in trouble and he could already feel the butterflies that grew whenever he was inside this tower. It’d be okay. He was worrying over nothing, right? He glanced at Yumeno and decided that anything would be worth the smiles that he’d been witnessing for the day - but that thought somewhat faded as he walked inside and came face to face with his father, ruby eyes widening as he took a step to the side almost on auto pilot, trying to protect his child from harm.  “D-dad...erm...”, three was no way to talk himself out of this one. He quickly felt as though he was about to bring back up the food they’d enjoyed earlier as he carefully placed the bags down to one side, still doing his best to shield Yumeno. Shit. How had he messed up this badly so soon? Quickly, it flashed through his mind just what the threat had been for them if they broke the rules. Back to the cells? No... no this was all his fault. Yumeno shouldn’t -  “It’s nice to see you’ve both arrived home now. Shall we?”, he sighed, glancing at Chuuya in expectation, “Rules were put in place for a reason and those rules were agreed on. Let’s not - “  “Just leave Yumeno out of this”, Garth suddenly snapped, biting hard on his lip as he stared between his father and husband, “Please...Yumeno did nothing wrong. They just came out because I said so...this is all my fault...so...so please don’t touch them...” 

He'd been sitting on his balcony, lazily rolling his mother's blades between his hands as he gazed down at the city below. He wasn't even sure on what he should be doing today - other than avoiding as many people as possible, but he was thinking that he could maybe sneak out and find someplace to just relax in away from the temper tantrum that his father was likely to throw if they happened to cross paths. He jumped slightly when the door of his balcony suddenly opened. There were only a few people that had access to his floor, never mind his actual apartment, so he hadn't been expecting anyone - though as soon as he saw Miran, it made a little more sense. "Ah, sorry, have you been looking for me? I left my phone inside...I just needed some quiet, sorry".

"I...I don't know what's going on but I do know we need to be careful". He glanced back around the corner, looking out for any of the strange behaviours that he'd been witnessing in so many of the other members of the Mafia. Is this why his father was no where to be found? Had he ran off somewhere in order to protect himself? Sighing, he held Dez's hand and hurried down the corridor. Whatever was going on, they were just asking to be killed if they remained in here for much longer. Hurrying down the stairs, he froze on the stairwell as below them they witnessed a young male leap onto a woman's back, tearing into her neck with his teeth, Garth having to bite hard on his lip to stop himself from screaming out in shock and horror. What the fuck was this? "...we need to get outta here", he muttered, backing them slowly back up the way they'd came. He could leap from here and end up with just a few broken bones, but he couldn't risk harming Dez. If he screwed up the landing she could very well die - and death was an experience he'd rather she never had to experience. "C-come on. Stick close".

Weird stuff happened in this campus all the time...but even he was rather confused about the random grapes now being thrown around.

It really wasn't all that often that he'd be the one seeking Dez out for comfort, not because he didn't like her - it was quite the opposite. It'd taken a few months of their marriage for him to finally accept that she didn't feel any resentment for being paired with him, that he was allowed to want to become closer to his wife...as strange as that no doubt sounded. After having spent way too long studying for the majority of the day, he now curled up against her side, leaning up to give a gentle kiss, "...I'm so darn tired. If I have to read another word I may start hating books". He pouted slightly before smiling, "Wanna go out?"