@paleciity says → ❛ no , stop it ! ❜ (chucks the child at Akira, kid probably broke smth smh--) ( three word starters. / accepting. )
how is it that akira keeps encountering weird children ? first caroline and justine and their biting insults, then josé and his ability to somehow drink the flowers in mementos, and now... undoubtedly the tiniest kid he’s ever seen, standing amongst the shattered remains of one of leblanc’s coffee mugs. he’s seen plenty of strange things over the past year ( the aforementioned weird kids, his cat regularly transforming into a small bus, the very essence of his and his friends’ rebellious natures manifesting as historical and literary figures that can cast spells — hell, he dives into the twisting physical forms of peoples’ cruel motivations to strip them of their desires practically as a living ), so he can’t say this is... the oddest thing he’s ever seen.
he’d been woken by a crash coming from downstairs, and, fearing something like a break-in, had immediately rushed down the dusty stairs at the back of the café with morgana at his heels. now, he kneels down, careful to not cut his bare feet on sharp shards of ceramic, with morgana carefully peering around his legs at the small intruder.
at the cry of protest as he draws closer, akira stops, and holds his hands up in a gesture of good intention. “ i’m not going to hurt you, ” he assures, his deep voice still scratchy with sleep and, now that he thinks about it, he’s not entirely sure he’s actually awake. he’s pulled into the velvet room in his sleep fairly often, after all, so supernaturally realistic dreams aren’t exactly off the table.
