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((It’s been way too long since I drew Giaselle and it’s still p muggy around here so what better way to cool off than with the Ice Queens?))

Nix: “I hate this.”

Gia: “/You’re the one who refused a chair, Demonami~/”

Lev: “And being beneath me is a pretty sight to my eyes~”

Nix: I have claws and this pole is very thin metal, asshole...

"Good morning, Sir. You have a clear schedule ahead of you. I made you tea."

"Mm. Thank you."

"Not a problem sir. Enjoy your day." She knew me well, it's what I programmed her for anyway. A free day huh? I guess that means a day to just get lost wherever my scythe takes me. But first, getting out of bed. Leviathan pushed back the sheets and sat up, picking up his pill box to take an anti-depressant. It was a curse to be shell shocked but it's part of his job, swallowing it down with his first sip of tea. Milky, one sugar, a drop of honey too. Not bad. It was something he picked up during one of his trips to London, how the English made their tea was far different to Americans. Though it was peculiar too. Instead of getting lost in thought though he needed to open his eyes, or at least blindfold himself.

The typical routine, hair brush, teeth brush, dressed though perhaps best for his work clothes regardless. One can never be too careful when it comes to his job. Plural, jobs.

"Delta, time please."

"It's currently 7:34am, sir." Well, give it another twenty minutes before he leaves, and he can at least get several paperwork's signed off.

"Alright then. Load up Folder Pz85."

Twenty eight paper works later and it's only just 7:56. Two more to finish off to keep even and he's good to go. Though he half wondered why no one really bothers to do this in the first place. He's not the only one around here anyway. And. Done. Leaning back he gave a stretch to fight off stiffness and got himself up. Where would he end up today is the glorious question? Last break he had he ended up drawing closer to the whereabouts of his first running away campout.  He got overrun back then by a bunch of assholes and he was fairly weak in comparison to his latest model. Model QV759. Metal upgraded, synthetic skin combined with actual skin donated by an unfortunate. Though when he's next pinned down he'll be forced for another upgrade. It never ends. He must be deemed as perfect to his father. Never mind though, Lev will find his way free. Just like how he  found himself already walking though yet another abandoned town.

"I need to stop getting lost in thought while travelling. I'll end up hurt..." Sighing, seems as though no one is around to hear him. While he's here though he should find anything of value. He's not a thief. He's only taking advantage to the lack of life here. And why not for now listen to music? A bit of..

"Shit!" Yelping as he fell through a sudden sink hole, grabbing onto the edge to avoid falling to his possible death. Looking below him as he watched the rubble falling down the bottomless abyss. "Oh fuck... Fantastic, Leviathan. This is what you get for not getting your head cleared.." Pulling himself up out of his situation. Once back on his feet he dust himself off and looked over his wrist. Nope, no damage. Model is holding up fine this time. Getting back to his wondering around he hum to himself, bringing his right arm up to activate the hologram screen from his bracelet, programming in for a change to his power armour which happened in a pixilation format. A visor and a half face mask, latex bodysuit, high heeled boots, gear belts crossed over his hips and to top it off double katanas on his back as well as his duel Ruger 9E Semi Auto pistols in their holsters clapped to his thighs. Oh, and perhaps a small throwing knife in his left boot.

"Oh lord... Such a loot.. There's enough there at least for the kids and Wicked to be gifted. Just a bit of tidying needed to be done." Rumaging though the newfound duffle bag he found and all the goods he discovered. Zipping it up afterwards and looking though the backpack of retro consoles and games.

"Emerald's going to owe me. First time I've ever found an unopened box of a NES(Nintendo Entertainment System) and the good old 1985 Supermario. Mint condition." Lev was proud for what he found, there's enough to keep people happy for his exploration. Zipping up that bag and stepping back to meddle with his bracelet to teleport the items back home.

(( Mothers day for Leviathan xD))

It's been a month, and by now he felt like an idiot for causing such unwanted fuss. So low and behold Leviathan found his way back to that same private hall, dressed in a turtleneck sweater and a loose pair of pants, glasses instead of his blindfold, converse shoes and no horns. Leaning against the wall with his hand on his stomach and looking over his phone to pass the time. Beside him on the floor was a basket full of home baked goods, varying between muffins, to cookies, to pie.

"Hm..." looking up from his phone to mooch around. If he must, he'll come back each day if it means getting that chance to apologise for his brat like behaviour. Boring or not, he'll keep trying.