One such thing he hated was seeing something super delicious and sweet looking, and NOT being allowed to eat it. Being the rich 'brat' he was, there was hardly ever a time his parents told him no. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time they did, but that might be a reflection of the fact that he wasn't as danger prone or risky as his other siblings were. He enjoyed his peaceful adventure times!
At this moment, the only thing that was keeping him away from the sweets in the storefront before him was a self inflicted duty to ensure that there were no youma or other dangerous about. Being in uniform meant that it was time to focus; it was time to keep his senses as high as possible, keep those who would hurt others away.
Not that he honestly cared about why they were doing it. Everyone has their own reasons for doing things, but that did not give them the right to go about hurting the innocent ones!
A growl emerged from his stomach, and Avior just whined, flopping down on the tree branch he had been standing on. How much he would rather be in the shop across the street than sitting here not eating cake! Duties were duties, he supposed.. But maybe duties could involve a nice big ol' cream puff to go with it..
Orangeish Sherbert
Sorry, I disorganized my posts!
