#the-first-key

{ Thank you so much!

Aced folded his arms and pouted, avoiding eye contact with his Master. He didn’t want to talk about it with him. Aced was a bit brash even as a kid. He would always get upset and start fights over what the other kids said. He would tolerate Ira sometimes since they were friends but this time was different. “It’s all Ira’s fault!” He mumbled under his voice, still refusing to say anything else. 

“And who might you be?” Tempus asked intrigued to who this hooded being was. The blade could sense a feeling of wisdom from the other - as if he was displaced in time. Much like his own Master.

His face turned red at the sudden picture. “M-Master! What are you doing with that picture! W-Where in the light, did you get it?!” He kept his pictures of himself hidden in his room, in a place he’s never told anyone, especially his baby pictures. How the Master got it, who knows. He took a few steps closer to his Master, willing to grab the picture out of his hand, but the confusion of it all just froze him midway. So he just stared at his Master, his blushing face filled with confusion, and waited for his answer.

“... who the hell are you?”

He was first surprised by the sudden appearance of his Master. “Oh hello Master. What brings you here?”