((Backlogged to December, Christmas post. ))
[A] yawn escaped the child as he blinked a bit. The cold chill that had been forcing him to huddle further into the warm folds of the blanket has subsided a bit ago. Now he was greeted with a new sight. The pale hallway with glass panes along the side. Outside a pale white drifted down in the morning lights. He didn't see where it met the ground though, only the stream of flakes falling. It didn't mean much to him, but obviously the pair weren't on the first floor. Still, the red head seemed to know where he was going, quick steps taken along before he turned. The windows fell away as he did, vanishing around the corner as they moved further down a hall.
[T]hen the man began to slow and finally came to a stop at a door, waking the teal haired boy further as he was moved from being balanced in both arms to only one. Now resting in the crook of his new guardian's arm he was given the few of a plain brow door that was soon opened. Within he was greeted with a fairly plain view. Classic living with a touch of paranoid cleanliness. It looked like something in a casual living magazine. Nothing too fancy, nothing out of place. Minor perfection. Even the miniature pine tree was decorated with the same care. As if someone took the time to measure where each ornament should be placed. Such was the theme, for nothing could be out of place. It was the will of the household adult afterall.
[A] few more near silent steps before the child was deposited on a couch for the time being. The blanket carefully taken off and set aside to allow Phace some movement. That taken care of Haruki turned to pull off his own winter gear, quickly tucking it away in a closet as neatly as was possible before anything could drip and ruin his picture perfect environment. Boots near the door were they wouldn't make too much of a mess. Then back to the topic at hand, final preparations.
[P]hace had only started to doze off again in his new spot before he was plucked up again. Not so gently either. The boy made a muffled complaint at being disturbed before he found himself once more carried off for some odd ritual.
[T]his time it was a bit of groom. A comb through his hair to remove the mild case of bedhead and then a change of clothes. Obviously pajamas weren't suitable for the time being as he was dressed in a somewhat ornate outfit. Nothing too uncomfortable, but it was a bit odd. A bit more than his usual casual look was all. Not that he cared much, he was more interested in going back to sleep and becoming more irrate about the constant disturbances with each minute.
[O]nce more, up in the air as they moved back to the first room. From the fresh smelling nursery room to the living room once more. This time he wasn't set on the couch, but instead his guardian sat in the chair opposite the couch. Then he was set down on his lap and a quiet sigh was released.
["]All done." It was a quiet bit of speech, one that meant little to Phace, but obviously signaled something. Seeing as the man hadn't spoken once until now it had to mean something. Though the instinctive excitement quickly faded as the dark lighting's suggestion took root again. A yawn once more as the boy shifted to nuzzle down to doze once more. Whatever it was could wait. At least for now.
[W]hat seemed like only a moment had passed before a quiet voice woke the boy again. This one vaguely familiar, from some memory. Still, it wasn't so inviting as to cause instant attention, the child simply shifted to try and drown it out once more before he was nudged up by a hand so he was sitting. The support alone kept him from toppling back over as he finally started to open his eyes, a yawn trying to work it's way through him again.
[T]he lights were on now and the other voice was talking more. Then a reply as the boy started to try and focus in on things. Finally he spotted the source of the new noise, the black skinned bird thing from before. Music box, that's who it was. He sleepy smile worked it's way on his face as a warm feeling ran through him at the thought of music. A good feeling, yes he liked music. Music Box was good. Though he wasn't singing right now, he looked rather surprised.
["]It was a surprise."
["]But-" A pause. "Why?" Obvious confusion as the raven tugged slightly at the end of his nightshirt. "I-I mean... but..."
["]Well, you jut seemed lonely." And that was all the explaination the boy was going to get. Afterall, it wasn't as if Haruki was the perfect parent.
[R]evon blinked at the bit, frowning. "I...did?" He trailed off quietly not sure what to say at that. He hadn't really thought about being alone, just that... his brother was angry with him. Wondering how to make his brother happy again. Nothing more. So, why would he seem lonely? He was just upset about Keivlos.
[A] brief nod was all he offered in response, feeling he'd done enough nice parent work for the time being. It wasn't as if he'd signed up to be Revon's guardian afterall. He hadn't wanted to do the whole good caretaker thing, it was just part of his job. "So, are you going to help him with his presents?" If there was one thing that might get Revon from stressing over his brother for a while it was it was helping someone else out. Or following an order. Which fit the current suggestion quite well.
["]Er... a-ah. Yea." He quickly babbled, releasing the ends of his shirt to reach out for the infant. "Y-you got him presents t-to?" A stupid question, but still one he asked without much hesitation as he took his new sibling from Haruki's arms.
["]Yes is the correct word." A momentary pause as he handed over Phace to the child. "And yes, he has some things to open as well." Was the prompt followup as the man leaned back again. Hopefully this would ease up the melancholy that had been settling over the house. As much as he hated to admit it, he was somewhat used to Revon having more energy. It hadn't been the same since the fight and move.
o there was a bit of a Christmas wish even from someone who was more prone to mutter a 'bah humbug.' Let things be as they should be.
[A] yawn escaped the child as he blinked a bit. The cold chill that had been forcing him to huddle further into the warm folds of the blanket has subsided a bit ago. Now he was greeted with a new sight. The pale hallway with glass panes along the side. Outside a pale white drifted down in the morning lights. He didn't see where it met the ground though, only the stream of flakes falling. It didn't mean much to him, but obviously the pair weren't on the first floor. Still, the red head seemed to know where he was going, quick steps taken along before he turned. The windows fell away as he did, vanishing around the corner as they moved further down a hall.
[T]hen the man began to slow and finally came to a stop at a door, waking the teal haired boy further as he was moved from being balanced in both arms to only one. Now resting in the crook of his new guardian's arm he was given the few of a plain brow door that was soon opened. Within he was greeted with a fairly plain view. Classic living with a touch of paranoid cleanliness. It looked like something in a casual living magazine. Nothing too fancy, nothing out of place. Minor perfection. Even the miniature pine tree was decorated with the same care. As if someone took the time to measure where each ornament should be placed. Such was the theme, for nothing could be out of place. It was the will of the household adult afterall.
[A] few more near silent steps before the child was deposited on a couch for the time being. The blanket carefully taken off and set aside to allow Phace some movement. That taken care of Haruki turned to pull off his own winter gear, quickly tucking it away in a closet as neatly as was possible before anything could drip and ruin his picture perfect environment. Boots near the door were they wouldn't make too much of a mess. Then back to the topic at hand, final preparations.
[P]hace had only started to doze off again in his new spot before he was plucked up again. Not so gently either. The boy made a muffled complaint at being disturbed before he found himself once more carried off for some odd ritual.
[T]his time it was a bit of groom. A comb through his hair to remove the mild case of bedhead and then a change of clothes. Obviously pajamas weren't suitable for the time being as he was dressed in a somewhat ornate outfit. Nothing too uncomfortable, but it was a bit odd. A bit more than his usual casual look was all. Not that he cared much, he was more interested in going back to sleep and becoming more irrate about the constant disturbances with each minute.
[O]nce more, up in the air as they moved back to the first room. From the fresh smelling nursery room to the living room once more. This time he wasn't set on the couch, but instead his guardian sat in the chair opposite the couch. Then he was set down on his lap and a quiet sigh was released.
["]All done." It was a quiet bit of speech, one that meant little to Phace, but obviously signaled something. Seeing as the man hadn't spoken once until now it had to mean something. Though the instinctive excitement quickly faded as the dark lighting's suggestion took root again. A yawn once more as the boy shifted to nuzzle down to doze once more. Whatever it was could wait. At least for now.
[W]hat seemed like only a moment had passed before a quiet voice woke the boy again. This one vaguely familiar, from some memory. Still, it wasn't so inviting as to cause instant attention, the child simply shifted to try and drown it out once more before he was nudged up by a hand so he was sitting. The support alone kept him from toppling back over as he finally started to open his eyes, a yawn trying to work it's way through him again.
[T]he lights were on now and the other voice was talking more. Then a reply as the boy started to try and focus in on things. Finally he spotted the source of the new noise, the black skinned bird thing from before. Music box, that's who it was. He sleepy smile worked it's way on his face as a warm feeling ran through him at the thought of music. A good feeling, yes he liked music. Music Box was good. Though he wasn't singing right now, he looked rather surprised.
["]It was a surprise."
["]But-" A pause. "Why?" Obvious confusion as the raven tugged slightly at the end of his nightshirt. "I-I mean... but..."
["]Well, you jut seemed lonely." And that was all the explaination the boy was going to get. Afterall, it wasn't as if Haruki was the perfect parent.
[R]evon blinked at the bit, frowning. "I...did?" He trailed off quietly not sure what to say at that. He hadn't really thought about being alone, just that... his brother was angry with him. Wondering how to make his brother happy again. Nothing more. So, why would he seem lonely? He was just upset about Keivlos.
[A] brief nod was all he offered in response, feeling he'd done enough nice parent work for the time being. It wasn't as if he'd signed up to be Revon's guardian afterall. He hadn't wanted to do the whole good caretaker thing, it was just part of his job. "So, are you going to help him with his presents?" If there was one thing that might get Revon from stressing over his brother for a while it was it was helping someone else out. Or following an order. Which fit the current suggestion quite well.
["]Er... a-ah. Yea." He quickly babbled, releasing the ends of his shirt to reach out for the infant. "Y-you got him presents t-to?" A stupid question, but still one he asked without much hesitation as he took his new sibling from Haruki's arms.
["]Yes is the correct word." A momentary pause as he handed over Phace to the child. "And yes, he has some things to open as well." Was the prompt followup as the man leaned back again. Hopefully this would ease up the melancholy that had been settling over the house. As much as he hated to admit it, he was somewhat used to Revon having more energy. It hadn't been the same since the fight and move.
o there was a bit of a Christmas wish even from someone who was more prone to mutter a 'bah humbug.' Let things be as they should be.
[D]on't you wonder sometimes? No... you don't. You... you don't think. That must make things a lot easier for you. You being a journal of course. If Haruki every saw this... he'd yell at me for not clarifying who I was thinking I was speaking to. So I should make sure to do that when talking to you... because there isn't really anyone else I can talk to.