at least he can lift || Rafaël || [RE: Execution, Saki & Takara]
The truth had been revealed at last, it was all he could ask for, honestly. Well, now he had a new opponent to watch out for— to him, Alphonse’s confession was crystal clear and he should have been executed, but the tables have tabled and the end result was completely different. It was a thing to expect in a courtroom… The absolute truth couldn’t always be found with a mere snap of fingers, as long as there was not enough evidence and one idiot insisted to take a criminal’s place. For fuck’s sake, if things could be a whole lot easier… well, there was a reason he didn’t want to become a lawyer to begin with.
Whatever happened on screen next was none of his business, he was not there to assist to the death of a high-schooler. He just wanted to possibly get out of there as fast as could be (mainly to avoid seeing unpleasant things to his eyes on screen and have yet another embarrassing time)— but he was stopped in his tracks immediately after hearing a childish complaint coming from the nearest table neighbors, the voice was particularly familiar.
"What did you jus—"
And he was cut off when the vocaloid producer started yelling something outrageously loud on her way out, not only was she making a huge ruckus with her high-pitched voice, but she was roping his other roommate in the mess. She was like a live ambulance, pushing him around on the office chair and literally— oh, Christ, this was so unpleasant, they were going to hurt themselves badly while he still had a chance to prevent that, so why was he standing idly on the doorway, mouth slightly agape as if he was waiting for them to just crash into something?
“Bon sang!! Pourquoi personne ne me paye pour m’occuper de cette enfant mal-élevée?!”
“Reviens ici— Nnngh— Get back here!!”
He immediately stormed out of the room and put an end to the ride with a hand on the chair’s backrest, and another on Saki’s shirt collar so she wouldn’t brutally fly out of the armrest. He was giving a stern look, as if he had to start lecturing them on the policy of hallways (even though there were none) or just looking like he had decided he needed to take the role of a father within this absurd trio. That was possibly the most accurate role he would get, or maybe just Big Brother. Either way, being on the lookout for the safety of two children (mostly the girl) was what he had been unconsciously assigned since he learned he’d be rooming with the two of them (better even, considering the two other roommates had been brutally murdered).
"You sure know how to handle an individual in the midst of suffering from panic attack! Do you want him to have a stroke?"
Huffing, he let go of her clothes, still keeping a hand tight on the chair so she wouldn’t attempt a sly escape.
"Let me take care of it. How about you get off there if you don’t want he chair to snap and make two victims? Maybe even three?"
But perhaps, letting this child have her two feet on the ground was already threatening enough for everyone on a nearby radius, he quickly remembered a few weeks ago on their first meeting about how he had turned her down on a piggy-back ride, and he wondered if it was an acceptable solution at the time…
"… Listen, I’ll let you ride on my back. Piggy-back ride. I know you like those, just stop traumatizing that infant."
Yes, definitely a good idea.













