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Dreams can suck..especially when you see something horrifying in them. It’s because of those sorts of horrifying dreams that Kahra is now moving to find Claude, before hugging him from behind and hiding her face against his back.
Really, it’s the nightmares where your lover might very well have died that are the worst..
She was at least 99.9% certain he’d heard her that time when she confessed that she did, in fact, have a crush on him. Whether he had one on her or not was up for debate, and it was for this fact that she’d ended up hesitating as long as she had--that, and the much less dramatic reason of she simply wasn’t sure how to actually confess to someone. The last time she’d tried this, it had ended with laughter, a fight, a gentle stabbing, and..
No. No, this time, it would be different. She’d pull whatever of herself she could together, walking into this kitchen, walk right up to her teammate with a dwindling confidence in her eyes, and--
“W-we..we need to..t-talk.”
It sickened her a little that parts of her old fears and worries and nervousness were showing through so strongly, but she’d do her best to figure out a way to get out what she needed to say, and make it coherent.
“I..I remember sorta..cluin’ ya in on the fact that..I had a m-major..crush on you, s-some time ago.. I..I dunno how..ya feel about that. I know I’m annoyin’, and I do a lot of stuff without thinkin’.. I’m an idiot, really, and ya probably shouldn’t have t’deal with my shit as much as ya do.. Mmn..I..”
She was rambling more than she wanted, getting off topic and farther away from the original point she wanted to get across.
“Th--I--..I’m..I really like you, Claude.. More than as a teammate, or a friend, I..”
“I love you.. and..and it’s..p-probably..er..um..n-no, I..I mean.. If--..If yer willin’ t’put with me some more, I.. I dunno how great I’ll be at it, but..I..wanna try and be someone who..who can m-make you happy..”
There was an influx of new residents, and noise came with them. Minato had been bored, but he loved his sleep, and now his sleep was interrupted. There might have been something else for him to do now that Halloween was over and things were getting to be lively again. He still felt lethargic, but hopefully getting up and leaving the house might alleviate that. Minato noticed that a few things had changed, least of which the buildings having gone under some renovations. Minato suspected that Brick had something to do with it, but he could have been wrong. It wasn’t like he cared, either. Minato felt like getting a thing of donut holes so he stopped at the cafe and got donut holes. A man that gets what he wants in life, that was him. Except there were a lot. He could probably eat all of them himself, but... And, like usual, it didn’t take long for him to run into a familiar face. Claude appeared to be stressed out, possibly from the same shenanigans that had woken Minato up.
“Hey, how’s it going, Claude?” he gave a casual wave and offered him a donut hole out of the brown paper bag he was carrying. “You look like you could use a donut hole.”
“Claude...” Funny, he wasn’t to sure what he was expecting when he had felt Claude’s powers suddenly spike uncontrollably, but this wasn’t exactly it.
Floating over he crouched down, picking the child up before slipping a mammon chain around his neck “Better? I’m taking you with me, we’re going home, understood?”
It wasn’t a question, but a fact “All my hard work... Down the drain” he felt bitter, but this would hopefully only be temporary... Keeping the child in his arms he started to float towards Claude’s home, it would still be much to hard to simply teleport him back to the Varia estate. “Don’t worry... Muu”
Where was he and where was his teacher? Shinji racked his brains trying to remember how he got here and he was starting to get scared. Wandering around, lost and almost in tears, he found a friendly looking cat person that appeared to be around the same age, maybe? Maybe they were a local? They didn't look exactly human, either. Shinji tugged on his shoulder. "E-excuse me... I-I'm lost..."
Debut Interview
“Oiiii, Claaaaaude~!”
“Want to help Big Sis with his new job?”
Claude..?
“Hey!”
psy-stigri from here!
Yes, she had definitely gotten drunk, and was now sloppily texting her teammate. She frowns at reading his answer, giving her pillow another sniff before realizing that no, it didn’t actually smell like him, and yes, it was probably just the alcohol. Giving a whine, she took a moment to remember which apartment was his before stumbling to her feet and starting to make her wobbly way there.
{Text: Claude}
[txt]: nooo tthat’s not pkay [txt]: im cimin ovre so we can fix it k [txt]: b three soon >3
