#museobsession

Seems canon enough to me. If your son is a furby, just put him in Chaldea & let him be babysit by Hektor !

// @museobsession replied : he stole his dad's youth elixir.

maybe as an accident. He is so terrified of the thought that anyone could ever find out what a child he used to be, admiring his father & everything, but he could be fooled into drinking it....

// @caelestinum replied : Enkidu smuggled him in.

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           Carmine eyes widen in surprise. Frankly, from all that she’s heard of him, the expression on his face shows nothing of the nightmare he was painted as. She prided herself on being able to discern what was fake and what was genuine. The shimmer of mismatched eyes after showing surprise, disbelief, and then some... the quiver of thin lips and the defensive posture he took, as if afraid that the present given would disappear if he does not hold on to it vigilantly... those are... those are genuine.  

Kakyoin watches the young girl (or, what passes for one, whatever she wishes to be called) occupy herself with chattering and the pencils + sketch paper he’s loaned her. There’s not too much he knows about kids, so why he’s amusing this one is rather a mystery. But she’s interesting, which makes up for it.

“For an ability, you certainly have a lot of personality.”

   strange apparel for a lone child, but it’s none of his concern. the detective allows his gaze to lower further, studying the grotesque doll they’re hugging to their chest. it reminds him he’s carrying misaki today as well.   “  ... the doll you have there is nice. did you make it?  ”   /   @museobsession.

she’s in the library, curled up in an armchair, poring thoughtfully over the book she’s supposed to read for her english lesson — she’s still on the first page, reading the same sentence over and over — when the boy walks in.

bile scorches a path up her throat. aya isn’t stupid — she knows that she isn’t the only child port mafia took in — but it’s still incredibly jarring to her frame of mind, to see someone around her age wandering the halls. he’s an unfamiliar face; more often than not, she’s out on solo missions, and she hasn’t really worked with many members of the port mafia. so she stares for a quick second, committing that cherubic face to memory, but soon drops her gaze back to the worn, dog-eared copy of her novel before she can come off as being rude.

Lisabeth was in front of a cutesy little shop, golden eyes just staring through the window. She seemed rather unsure, as she played around with the cross around her neck. She certainly liked such things, but how long would it take her to look around inside there? She had no idea! Though... standing in front of this shop certainly did not help. She had to go back to work and shop ingedients for the dinner of tonight!

A soft sigh left her lips, and hand adjusted her jacket. Maybe sometime when she is allowed a break, then she could visit this shop. She’ll make a mental note do to so instead of going to the library.

           Peeking into a room in hopes it was empty to potentially practice in, Mika nearly dropped his messenger bag and fainted as he had a glimpse of several lit candles and some strange symbols strewn on the floorboards. Immediately slamming the door shut and leaning on the wall next to it, he felt his heart pounding hard in absolute terror. Since when did they have witches in the school?!