#puppetmasterpheles

It had been a couple of months since that familiar old, icy scent drifted to her nostrils. To be completely fair, Summer had traversed close to the academy--considering Yunneth was a student--so THAT MAN’S scent was pretty much calling card all over the grounds. 

But this. This was the real deal.

Brown orbs scanned about for that familiar silhouette. Where could it be?

Catching a intuitive to look up, the Russian would find the Demon King. Hovering within a chair--was that a tea set? The only reason why she caught his scent was due to the wind. 

How many times had he been observing like that?

“Ahoy, Samayel’.” She purposely spoke his name in her native tongue, Russian. “You know you can come down now. Come socialize? Be normal?” 

A brow quirked up, intuitively. 

@puppetmasterpheles

It was fairly quiet in the Smalley household on a weekend; the master of the house was for once taking a break and the lady of the house had taken her daughter out for the day. It left Hannah to her own devices.

Sat on the seat at her bedroom window after being grounded from her latest stunt (not actually caused by herself), Hannah had been spending the day sketching while the rain pattered lightly against her window. Her fingers had plasters wrapped around them though no one truly knew the cause....

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Yukio turned the letter over in his fingers several times, his glasses catching the light that passed though the window and hiding his eyes. Had anyone been in the room they would have easily been able to see the tenseness of his shoulders and his grit teeth. 

It wouldn't take a genius to see Okumura Yukio was tense. Though finding out the reason for it would be quite a bit more difficult than one might expect. Turning the letter over in his hands one more time he shook his head, trying not to crumple the frail piece of paper. 

'Calm yourself, there is no way sir Pheles knows what is going on. He's called on you like this before, it's probably nothing more than a mission.'

He forced his thoughts to slow as he pushed the paper into his pocket, crumpling it slightly after all. Sir Pheles had called for him and he'd better not be late. He could take a moment and internally panic later but right now he needed to be composed lest the headmaster got the impression something was wrong. Which wasn't the case at all of course. 

He briskly walked through the corridors, easily passing by the other people in the building or anyone who would wish to halt him. It wasn't exactly like he had the time to stop and chat after all. And he wasn't the type to either.