#nextgenkittens

The house was as silent as ever. Big. Almost empty looking, with nature taking over the walls and little critters claiming their spots. Barely could anyone tell someone would live in there. Though, the more it was easy for the fae to tell when anyone lingered around. The heavy steps of someone. The soft creak of the wooden porch.

Though it wasn’t like he really minded anyone being around. Actually... on the countary. Since being deaf to natures voices, the fae had been craving to hear the voices he could. Every guest and wanderer was welcome. 

His steps along the old house were light as a feather, he moved to walk around the building through the garden, instead of leaving through the front door. Curious violet eyespeeking over some bushes, to the one who seemed to have deemed the house a good and calm place to take a rest. He could feel something was off... a bad mood maybe? Or tired? 

Hands would gently summon a wind to rustle through the plantlife, as he silently came closer. A presence hardly to tell apart from the wind itself -- if, of course, there wasn’t a body attached to it.

“ Is everything alright? You look like you’re kinda out of it... “

     𝄡𝒦ℴ𝓀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾;;– Fourth trial had just adjourned-- And he had left as swiftly as he possibly could. It was a mess, he knew it was. And he was the ringleader. But he had to. What else could he do? They would have assumed he was lying anyway, give them a few minutes, and he’d have to play a game of charades he wanted no part in again. He sat in his dorm in silence, watching the door like he thought someone was going to bust it down and beat the shit out of him or loot his room. But nothing, just listened to the sounds of everyone filing into their dorms like usual. After that, silence, and the only thing filling his head was what Shuichi said to him after all that: “Pathetic? Look at yourself, Kokichi. Kaito always has us by his side, see? But no one wants to be around you!”

     Well... No one ELSE wanted to be around him anyway. Still, he couldn’t combat with himself any longer. And, really, there was only one person that immediately came to his mind. With a deep breath, he got up and made his way out of his dorm and to Ignatius’. He knocked on it and slid a note under the door that read “can you meet me around the casino area? I want to talk to someone and you were the only one I could think to ask.” And, with that he slunk away to the casino area. He’d give it 30 minutes to see if Ignatius responded... And if not, well...

There was a startled yelp from the impact, followed by complete confusion from the gooey contents now splattered all over him. He... honestly, Ignatius had no idea how to truly react to this. So, he simply looked at Squall and asked the most coherent question his brain finally managed to formulate:

“What the fuck?”

By the time Ignatius recovered from the hit and he looked up, Squall was already gone...although the echoing sounds of snickering remained. All of a sudden another egg flew towards the blonde, coming from the complete opposite direction.

SPLAT

Ignatius blinked as he looked down at the contents of the bowl, the blond at least picking up the spoon and stirring it around. It looked like he was at least considering digging into the soup… for all of five seconds, before dropping the spoon back into the broth and pushing the whole thing away slightly, before he let out a soft huff. The smell was enticing, but not enough to give him an appetite.

“I can wait too, until you fall asleep or something.”

Just gives him The Look as he settled down into a chair next to the bed. “I’ve dealt with Squall for all his life...do you really think you can win this battle?”

With that he crossed his legs, propping a book against them, though he didn’t yet open it, gaze still on Ignatius. It was obvious he was settling in for the long haul.

Ignatius vc: “… What I don’t get…. is that 8’s an even number, and 8 plus 8 is 19, so…” Yes, he’s baiting you Shulk.

Ignatius vc: “Oh man, you know what would be hilarious? The look on everyone’s faces if we were to use grapefruit peels as a pizza crust.”