#yabaiboi

“So it’s come down to this. All along, it’s been leading up to this...” His smirk signaled understanding: this would be the final onslaught. His gaze turned away, preparing himself for what was to come.

“I would be angered, enraged, that you crossed me so, but I’m thankful...” he let out a laugh, amused by this outcome, “I’m thankful, because now neither of us has to hold back...”

To think, all this time, it had always been themselves inching away

His laughter continued, low and unassuming bemusement. Slowly, however, it rose in tone along with its volume, until it was a villainous cackling. Then he brandished his weapon: a snowball, freshly rolled.

“COME NOW, YOUNG HERO! SEE IF YOU CAN DEFEAT THIS OLD EVIL TYRANT!” 

On the few moments he could play with Hadwyn, he would make believe with him with the same energy and seriousness as a Shakespearean actor. The ‘Evil Snow Tyrant’ fighting against the ‘Young Sugar Plum Hero’ is just one of those games, complete with a snowball battle.

A, because of their agreement to spend time together on this island’s approximation to a winter holiday as a family, was just roped along for the ride. She was given the role of the Evil Tyrant’s ally, who turned against him in the final battle.

Actually, this Evil Tyrant couldn’t appear much of a serious threat, considering he was currently dressed as Santa (having just come out of charity work before they headed to the park).

“Oh, hey Hadwyn.” It’s a little weird to run into her best friend’s kid, but Hadwyn has been kind, and she enjoys seeing him. So she grins and waves when she spots him, offering a smile in conjunction with her greeting. “It seems like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Titus knew that many different descriptions of him floated around the city, all of which dependent on who was asked. however, among some rumors and tales of his heists, everyone knew that he had a soft spot for kids. after all, he never could turn down a kid in need back home. before long, his guild had been overrun by kids of all ages--all of which he considered his siblings or, in some cases, his own children.

so, when he notices a kid all by themselves, a natural protective instinct kicks in. the thief crouches a bit after approaching.

“Oh, Hadwyn,” the missing member of the blue man group peered over the door he had opened just a crack, calling out to the boy who was in the room. He looked around until he caught the boy’s eye and his smile grew wider.

“Okay, gang. It looks like our first place to beacon is close by.” He peered down at the screen on the light gun, taking his steps at a methodical pace while keeping alert to what was in front of him. He really didn’t note where he was, which is where his companions came in.

“It’s...” He glanced up to where the screen pointed the first beacon was. He glanced back down at the screen. He glanced up to where it was pointing again. He glanced back down at the screen just to be sure. He stared at the screen for a few more seconds.

“Hm.” They barely started, and he was already tired.