Continuation of the RP
@rainbowsparklecloudsora
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Mister wolf, who had been sleeping peacefully on his back in the living room, suddenly sprang to his feet and bolted toward the kitchen. He positioned himself between Kauze and the voice, hackles raised, teeth bared, and claws scraping loudly against the floor.
— Grrrrrr!
Kauze lunged forward, trying to restrain the wolf, whose low growl vibrated through the air. The little boy wanted to bury himself in the ground out of pure embarrassment. Not only had he been caught in the act, but now his wolf was showing its wild side—and he could see from Sora’s mischievous smile that she was clearly enjoying seeing him so flustered.
— Mister Wolf! Calm down!
The wolf’s ears flicked back, but he still let out a low rumble, sniffing the air and pacing from side to side. The little boy, red with shame, scratched his head awkwardly.
Kauze smiled softly, though a hint of sadness lingered—this wasn’t the warm reunion he had hoped for. The little boy glanced at Sora, frowning at how amused she seemed by the chaos, and ignored the oven timer’s beep.
— Hmm…
“Sure honey, less sweet okay? Love you too—”
“Whoa—whOA there!— Who'd let the dog in?! Get it out— Shujin would be mad seeing that around a kid, geez...”
A beat, then a heavy sigh heaved.
“...Missed you too, Little man. Long time no see— Been awhile hasn't it? Good to see you again.”
— He’s not a dog! He’s a wolf… look at his fangs.
The little boy reached into the wolf’s mouth and opened it, showing off the huge fangs. The wolf, even though he thought it was ridiculous, took the opportunity to display them. But soon he huffed and shook his head.
— I’m also really happy to see you!
He gave a little excited hop. Then he looked at Sora and picked up the box of Legos that had fallen to the floor during the commotion.
— We can build our Legos together if you want! I have some really colorful ones, and even some with glitter.
Then a cold, calm voice echoed through the room. Carla, who was observing everything through the eyes of his familiar—or rather, through the Mister wolf—was somewhat alarmed when he saw the animal get agitated for the second time in a row. This was what made him leave his castle and come to the Mukami mansion in search of his heir.
— Excellent. You’ve seen everyone already, now let’s go, Kauze.
He said in a calm and controlled manner.
— Daddy!
The little boy ran up to Carla and hugged him tightly. But soon he made a sad, puppy-like face.
— Daddy, can I stay a little longer? Please!
Carla squinted his eyes, clearly torn between giving in to his heir’s wishes and leaving this place full of vampires as soon as possible.
— Alright. You can stay a little longer. But after this, we’ll go straight home.
Sora had stayed quiet, simply watching, listening to the conversation with wide, attentive eyes as everything unfolded before her—
Until the tall man appeared. Her eyes widened a little, and she blinked in surprise.
Then, a warm, polite smile bloomed on her face, brightening as she looked up at the white-haired figure.
“Hi, mister—are you Kau-Kau’s daddy?”
“You’re so tall! And your hair… it’s as white as snow. It looks so smooth and silky too… so pretty!”
The little boy gave a little excited hop, happy that Carla was with him and letting him play a bit longer before leaving.
— Thank you, Daddy!
He smiled and sat down on the floor, opening the Lego box and spreading the pieces out to build something.
— .. Are you coming?
Kauze called to Sora, separating pieces for her to play with as well. Carla raised an eyebrow, hearing the girl’s compliments.
— Yes. I am, and Kisama should know that there are certain behaviors I will not tolerate with my son.
He said it to Sora, but his tone rose a bit so that Kuron could hear as well. After all, he could see through his familiar’s eyes the scolding Kuron had given Kauze some time ago and Sora’s expression during it.
“Kisama…?”
Sora tilted her head, brows raising in puzzled wonder. She had never heard that word before, not once.
Looking up at the camera with wide, curious eyes, she asked softly—
“Papa, what’s a ‘Kisama’…?”
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—Silence. Complete silence.
Then—with almost a choked voice—
“...I-it means Kiss my as——”
“—Kiss a cat. Mhn.”
A soft clear of throat.
“—Don't bother about it baby. It's not an important word, not something we should care about at all.”
“Daddy's gonna go back to work now, you take care and play with Kau-Kau okay? Love you~”
With that the camera went silent, the previous light by the corner shut off.
Carla remained silent. He simply sat on a part of the sofa, sitting a little stiffly. He didn’t care about the pathetic explanation Kuron had given the girl. After all, it wasn’t something that concerned him. His golden eyes were focused on Kauze, who was building a small house with the blocks.
— ...
Kauze, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the situation. He even found it a little funny the way Kuron had reacted. He then waved his little hand, trying to get Sora’s attention.
— Hello? Hello? Earth to Sora! Our city isn’t going to build itself!
“Huh? Oh—”
After casting one last cautious glance at the tall, white-haired man, Sora carefully shuffled over to Kauze’s side. She crouched down beside him, leaning close so only he could hear her whisper—
“...Can we go play in my room?”
She paused, her eyes darting nervously back toward the man before adding in a hushed, conspiratorial tone:
“Your daddy’s… really scary!”
— I know. And it’s really fun, because that way no one messes with me.
He said proudly, puffing out his chest. After all, finally, after years, he had someone to protect him and be scary for him.
— But don’t worry. Daddy won’t do anything to you. He’s just watching.
The little boy pointed at Carla. But then he ran to the kitchen and came back with one of the cookies he had made.
— Daddy! Sora taught me how to make cookies! This one’s for you.
Carla carefully moved his hand. He held the cookie between his fingers, examining it.
— Thank you, little one. But you shouldn’t worry about mundane tasks. One day you’ll be a king. Making cookies will be your last priority.
He gently placed his hand on Kauze’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. The cold hand of the Founder went to Kauze’s blond hair, adjusting the boy’s bangs.
— Now go play with your friend. I’m sure you’ll show her how a true Founder builds with blocks.
Kauze giggled softly and ran to Sora, sitting down beside her. He gathered the pieces and put them back in the little box.
— Okay! Let’s play in your room then!
“Mhn!”
Sora nodded at the blonde boy with a cheerful smile.
Then her eyes traced back to the white haired man.
She then trotted off toward the kitchen, disappearing for a short while before returning—her little arms full. A jar of cookies was balanced carefully in her one hand, a medium pink thermal flask tucked snugly under one arm, and in the other she carried a tiny glittery drawstring pouch, the rough fabric tied neatly at the top. Inside were three duck-shaped cookies she had baked earlier.
“Here, Kau-Kau's daddy, these are the ones I made. You can have some too!”
She beamed as she offered the dainty pouch to the white-haired man, before turning brightly to Kauze, beaming,
“Alright, let’s go! Follow me ☆”
With that, she skipped happily toward her room.
Carla raised an eyebrow, he took the colorful pouch and examined it seriously. He then opened it and took out a cookie. But he didn’t eat it.
— 25 minutes, Kauze. No more.
The wolf wagged his tail excitedly on the floor, quickly eating the cookie. Carla then slipped Sora’s little pouch of cookies into the pocket of his large coat. He was still unsure if he would eat them himself, but at least his wolves had enjoyed a treat. He then examined Kauze’s cookie and tucked it into his pocket as well. Perhaps he wouldn’t eat that one either, but he would keep it to make his son happy.
— Woof!
In Sora’s room, Kauze sat on the rug, threw the Lego pieces on the floor, and began building.
— You know, Daddy Carla isn’t really my dad. He adopted me!
The little boy said happily.
“Oh, he’s not?”
Sora blinked as she set the jar of cookies down on her desk, carefully pouring a few out onto the lid to serve as a tiny plate.
Reaching for the flask, she unscrewed the top—revealing the cup that came with it—and began to pour out some steaming tea.
“Oh wait! I forgot your cup!”
“Please waaiiit—”
In a flurry, she darted out of the room, only to return moments later clutching a small blue cup. Setting it neatly beside the flask, she filled it with tea before looking up with a bright grin.
“This is little brother Sei’s cup. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind it~”
With that, she carried the makeshift cookie plate and both cups over to where the blonde boy sat.
Then she plopped down beside him, setting the treats and tea within easy reach for them both on the rug.
The little boy smiled and then picked up the cup, sipping the tea.
— Hmm~
He grinned. But soon he began building some little houses with the blocks.
— Yes. He isn’t. My dad and my mom… — he looked away. — They were killed by an evil vampire. But I don’t remember them very well. The evil vampire erased my memory.
He ate a cookie.
— But… then after some time Daddy Carla found me! Now he takes care of me. But he doesn’t talk much about my biological parents. He says they were evil.
— One day, Uncle Shin told me that they would grab children off the streets. Then they made them fight each other just to see who would survive!
He said it as if he were telling a scary story, and in the end it really was—but it was a true story.
“Mhn... hmm.”
Sora gave a little nod to the blonde boy’s words—absentminded, offering hardly any real feedback—as her small hands wandered to the pile of Lego pieces, joining in the construction without much thought.
She wasn’t quite sure if she should believe what he was saying or not, and her polite upbringing kept her from making any judgments aloud either.
So she decided to move on with her own topic—
“…My two papas are super idols—but Papa Sky is the real superstar!”
Her eyes lit up as she said it, voice carrying a note of pride.
“He’s really, really good at dancing and singing—and someday I wanna be just as awesome as him!”
With that, she bounced to her feet, tugged something from the frills of her tutu skirt, and revealed a tiny glittery pink microphone. She raised it high above her head, tilting her chin in the exact pose her super idol papa had once shown her.
Then, with a practiced idol-like twirl—her tutu flaring out in a glittery flutter just the way she’d seen her papa do on stage—she lifted her mic high and declared:
“I’m gonna be—The Super Glittery Duck Princess Idol ☆”
Kauze’s little eyes widened. He scratched his head, looking a bit confused—he didn’t really care much about that whole idol world or anything like it. Still, he clapped his hands when he saw the girl so excited about it. After all, he knew it was important to her.
— Duck…? Hmm… Alright then.
He scratched his head again, not wanting to judge too much. He lightly touched the tutu, raising an eyebrow curiously. But soon he pouted, remembering Sora’s other father—his greatest “rival”! The one whose face he always drew with a big “X” and taped to his bedroom door. Kauze lifted his chin proudly.
— Hmph! To me, your other daddy is way cooler than the one you just mentioned.
He decided not to dwell on the subject—after all, it would be foolish to badmouth Kou in front of Sora—but he still furrowed his brows at the mere thought of the blond idol.
— Hey, why don’t you come to my castle so we can take pictures for your album? There are lots of really beautiful places there!
The door to the room suddenly burst open with a resounding slam, the said blonde idol appearing in the doorway like a storm.
Panic and anxiety painted his face as his head whipped from side to side, eyes frantically searching around—
—until at last, they landed on the small figure in the room. Not blonde. Not unfamiliar.
Relief flooded his expression in an instant, his shoulders sagging as a heavy breath escaped him. Without wasting a heartbeat, he rushed forward, scooping little Sora into his arms.
“Oh—my ducky, my princess—!”
“You’re okay..! Thank goodness… I was so worried I rushed out straight after rehearsal just to get to you.”
His voice trembled between frantic devotion and sheer relief as he checked her over, almost rambling.
“Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Did that snake do anything to you? What—”
Then he froze.
Only now did his wide eyes register the other presences in the room.
Blonde. Small. Familiar, and yet—at this moment, he couldn’t quite place them.
His gaze sharpened.
“...Who are you—and what are you doing in my daughter’s room?”
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“Papaaaa☆☆”
With a squeal of joy, Sora threw her tiny arms around her beloved super idol papa—her shining Papa Sky.
She buried her face against his chest, rubbing her cheek affectionately against the warmth of her blonde daddy before peppering his face with a flurry of little kisses.
Then she leaned back slightly, blinking up at him in puzzlement, her head tilting like a curious kitten as his words sank in.
“...Snake? What snake—?”
“There’s no snake, Papa. Only this little blonde boy that looks just like you—he’s my new friend!” @kauzebridgerton
“But earlier, his papa came too. He’s got long, silky white hair—very tall too!”
“But his voice is really deep...”
As soon as Kou entered the room, the little boy rolled his eyes. He crossed his little arms and looked at the idol, not caring at all whether Kou recognized him or not.
— Hm! She’s the one who called me here! She said my daddy is scary.
The little boy shrugged, not caring much. He wasn’t the type to direct teasing at the vampire—but he felt personally attacked when he was compared to his greatest vampire rival.
— I’m not like him!
The little boy shouted, clutching his hair as if he could hide it that way.
— Hmmm!
He flopped dramatically onto the floor, pretending a slow, painful death. Then calm footsteps were heard. Carla wasn’t foolish—he knew they were talking about him. And he also knew about his son’s dislike for the idol.
— Kauze. Come. — Carla said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. His patience had already run out.
The little boy then got up and ran to Carla, trying to hide inside Carla’s coat.
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It was only then that Kou finally seemed to recognise the blonde haired child, which had a tiny resemblance to his other child.
“...You.”
“What are you doing here—”
Kou's eyes narrowed at the sight of the founder that had arrived, and his face showed an obvious distaste quite clearly, before it quickly shifted a look of wry smile with a raised brow.
“Well no wonder you seemed familiar, your that little kid Kauze~"
“Ahhh, so the stray dog is his papa huh~”
“Did you have fun playing with your new friend my ducky princess? Nobody hurt you did they?~”
He said with a loving smile as he held the little girl, sitting on his arm as he gave all the attention in the world to her.
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“No, papa—no one hurt me. Sora’s a big girl and she knows how to protect herself from bad people~”
She giggled softly, catching hold of her papa’s other arm and swinging it back and forth in playful circles.
“Kau-Kau’s super nice to me! He even let me play with his toys and share them with me.” @kauzebridgerton
“Say, Papa...Can I go to his house and play next time?”
“Papa Moon even said he’ll get us more toys so that we can play together!”
“Ohh you sweet ducky...sure. Maybe next time. But only if your papa moon says it's okay.”
He said with a dry smile, his eyes darting a look over to the camera that was placed at the corner as he glared at it with a clear readable expression of 'what the hell' to Kuron who he knew was watching.
“But Kauze over here, is always welcome to play with you. Since we're already, long... acquainted~”
He said, reaching for the right words as he eyed the elder founded and glanced at the little boy.
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