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"For the last time, muchacho, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

He could play his own game of twenty questions if he wanted to, but he didn’t have time for that. He hardly had time for anything- his time was constantly running closer and closer to buzzing him out. Héctor sighed and released the bridge of his nasal, dropping his arm to his side.

The cold winter wind had come sooner than the forecast predicted and folks were rushing to get home and cuddle up under blankets and near fires. Danny, on the other hand, had decided to do a quick patrol before calling it a night. Thankfully the icy chill in the air didn’t affect him in this form, otherwise he’d be a Popsicle by now. He scanned the alleyways below and skies above. For once the town seemed pretty empty of ghosts. Maybe they’d decided to stay home due to weather too?

He finally reached the park and was about to turn back, when he saw something human-shaped fly by overhead. His first thought was of Valerie, but even from here he noted the lack of red and black attire. Not her. He flew upward, racing towards the entity. As he neared the figure became clearer. Human, roughly his age, barefoot, white-haired, wearing a blue hoodie and carrying a hook-shaped walking stick of some kind. The guy didn’t appear to be wearing any kind of jet-pack and flew through the air far too gracefully to be using some kind of machine. And yet, as he got closer, his ghost sense didn’t go off. He had to be a ghost though. What else could he be???

Danny flew up alongside the odd ghost, silently crossing his arms as he sped through the sky.

“Hey– which one of is the ‘Guardian’ here?” He’s quick to kneel down to Jamie’s height, offering him a sincere smile.

“Look– I’m 100% fine. I’m super durable: I’m made for taking beatings every once in awhile.” Jack laughs before his smile softens. “All that makes is that you’re okay. I’m the one that’s supposed to be protecting you remember? So– I’d consider this a job well done.”

Jamie frowned slightly, inspecting the spirit once again as if suddenly a few dozen of hidden bruises would magically appear if he insisted on it. From what the boy had overheard, Jack had never been one to really ‘take care of himself’; that was how Tooth had described him.

Sure, he wasn’t supposed to listen to those conversations, but he was just naturally curious.

“It’s just-” He stopped, trying to come up with a convincing reply, “I’m not just another kid, you know? I’m your friend, and friends protect each other.” It was different for the two of them. It was more than just the typical Guardian x child relationship - or at least he believed it was.

“Besides, I am a ‘Guardian in training’...” Jamie mumbled. 

Half a second passed before he realized just what exactly he had said. At that, he widened his eyes and slapped his mouth with his fingers. He... wasn’t supposed to share that.

Misconception Meme !! 

Let’s set one thing straight here. Yoosung doesn’t dislike (or even hate) V. He might think that he does, and convinced himself that he did... but it’s not V that he didn’t like. What he doesn’t like is how V dodges his concerns. Deep down, he still likes V (the make up scene in his route is so touching 3 my heart breaks to watch that scene tbh but it shows that he still cares about him.) 

Granted, if V had been honest and up front with him about Rika from the beginning, he could have saved both of them a lot of grief (but then again, there’s no telling how Yoosung would have reacted if V told him the truth instead of covering it up with the suicide lies...)

Even if he does go through moments of disliking V, and distrusting V, because of the shady ways he hides the truth and avoids having to talk about things that might be difficult to swallow... it’s not unreasonable. Telling Yoosung that his cousin was dead - and not giving him any kind of answers or closure after - is pretty harsh treatment. It’s like ripping the sunshine out of someone’s life and leaving them to deal with cold and darkness on their own.

                        ❝ Too many years fighting back tears.                             Why    can't    the   past   just   die?                             Wishing  you  were  somehow here                             again,    knowing    we   must   say                             goodbye.   Try to forgive, teach me                             to live,  give me the strength to try!                             No more memories, no more silent                             tears,  no  more  gazing across the                             wasted     years.     Help   me   say                             goodbye.❞ 

              Zen read out his lines from his script for the Phantom of the          Opera. The auditions for  the  characters were in a few days, so         he thought it  would  be  a  good  idea  of  to  have a feel on the          characters  before  he  decides   on   who   he   would  want  to          audition for. He opened his eyes,  about to repeat the line again         for  a  better  delivery,  when   he   noticed  the  figure  from  the          corner of his eye. His head turned immediately to see what was         there only to notice a kid(?) floating by his window. What?  

Curious eyes wandered, looking the male over swiftly. Offering him a friendly smile, along with a nod of her head, she spoke,