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[elderseji]

"Sage-san." the lemurian bowed politely and smiled at him. [[ I don't know if you remember me, but we played a few times in the past ;A; ]]

   “Ariel.” The Pope greeted the Saint with a polite nod of the head, green gaze fixed on her presence. She seemed as tranquil as the last time they met.

   “Long has it been since you visited me, no.”

[elderseji]

Ahaha~! WELL! I wanted to research how identical Identical-Twins could get?

   “Oh, truly?”

   “I assume you have researched my twin already; such hard task. And here I am, barely knowing your name.”

[elderseji]

Ehem, excuse me sir, but can I touch your muscles? It's for research...

   “Research, you say.” Sage’s tone is stolid. “Shouldn’t I know beforehand what you are researching, little one? It is cordial to share such knowledge first.”

[elderseji]

"Apologies aren't easy for me to say," With that brief murmur, Manigoldo handed the Grand Pope a basket of his usual favorite goods ( honey included ). Manigoldo gave a nudge of the basket as if this act of apology was burning his skin.

   “Manigoldo-” Sage held the sudden gift pushed against his chest, right hand balancing the full basket in place. His difficulty to say anything more was visible, almost painful to witness. The Pope left a short sigh escape his lips, his expression softening finally. He truly was caring for a child.

   “You do know this wasn’t necessary; I shall accept it anyway.” His free hand lightly tapped Manigoldo’s chin, lifting it up. No remorse or anger filled his ancient heart, on the contrary; he had missed him dearly. “Your words are more than enough.”

[elderseji]

Pope Sage how on earth do you deal with people so well?

   “Live more than one century and you shall naturally improve how you approach and communicate with others.” And still Sage has his limitations.

[elderseji]

While his back was facing him, Manigoldo tip-toed over with arms outstretched for Sage. As soon as he got close enough, the Saint leapt to grab Sage in a big hug. His arms wrapped themselves around the Pope's shoulders and attempted to ride on Sage's back as he exclaimed shamelessly, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU OLD FART!!!"

   Did Manigoldo really think he could sneak behind him? That a man as extravagant as himself could hide his bright energy and fool this old teacher? Such naivete was almost sweet if Sage didn’t know what would follow; but he had an idea.

   His pupil was predictable sometimes.

   And heavy, and loud, and too old for that.

   But Sage effortless held him in place, arms wrapped behind his back to support Manigoldo’s weight. It was a comical scene, probably, and Sage couldn’t help but laugh a little, Mani’s arms hugging his shoulders.

    “And this is how you greet me, child. I truly need nothing more.” Sarcasm? Not really. The Pope didn’t care to remember those dates anymore, but he would never decline such amiable motion. Especially coming from that brat. “Now move, yes. You’re supposed to be the adult who carries the old man, not otherwise.”