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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย This is weird. Just plain weird. Heโs had bodyguards nearly his entire life, save for the few years he was basically imprisoned, but heโd never had a childย guarding him โ much less a twilight. Heโs known quite a few from his previous life in crime, but never bothered to talk to any longer than absolutely necessary. Theyโre odd. And uncomfortable, when you start thinking about it too much.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โYeah,โ the idol nods and steps forward, reaching around the door frame to flick the light switch. The room is pretty simple: a double bed, a night stand, a closet, and a dresser with a tv, his old PS3, and its games on top. Thereโs no decorations save for the windowโs drapes, matching black to the bedspread. Somewhere to sleep, at least.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Kyosuke lets the twilight take in the roomโs information before tapping the kidโs shoulder to gain his attention back, tilting his head and brushing a hand through his own hair.ย โAre you hungry?โ Doesnโt particularly matter if he is or not ( heโs making dinner anyways ) but itโs at least somethingย aside from the silence โ even if he has to fill the void with his own voice.
ย ย ย ย An entire room just for himself? Unheard of. Maybe this is a test or a reason for his client to punish him. Nicolas would have to test out the mood, later on. He peeks into the room once more to take in every detail.ย The bed looks comfortable and much bigger than necessary. Nicolas does not sleep more than four hours a night and he normally does so on the hard ground. With a bed, who knows how well he might sleep?
ย ย ย ย โ...โ He notices the black box on the dresser but doesnโt ask what it is. Heโs never seen one before but it didnโt seem dangerous so the twilight would leave it alone for now.ย
ย ย ย ย His head snaps back in the direction of Kyosuke. Beady eyes scouring the room once more before stopping at the kitchen area. Hungry? Yes, very. He nods his head once but does not make any other move. He stands perfectly still near hisย room awaiting orders.



















