A DREADED HOMECOMING [ DESHI ]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #FC9098; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] A TRAGIC MELODY PLAYED , while Miumi would place his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI upon a small table and allowed a device to swipe over it with an eerie green glowing light. Whilst the lime green light slid over the reflective surfaces of his weapon the young LUCAVI WARRIOR would step into an semi inverted pod laying down against the padded surface within and closed his eyes as a tranquil blue light would flow over his body and he would reach over pulling a series of small tabs which he connected to his body at various spots including his neck, chest, extremities and core. After a brief pause once he had ensured they were all in place he would reach over to a small button pressing it which would erupt a small holographic pad, which after a series of buttons were pressed and then a confirmation he would be instructed to lay back down and close his eyes. He would do as a small visor helmet would be placed over his eyes and some of his sensory receptors were shut down by a sudden electrical impulse and then reactivated Miumi would no longer be within the cool tube, however the vast expanses of the scorching DALMASCA WESTERSAND . This scene had been created by compilation of Miumi’s memories and data which was available to the ACADEMY by studies done by lesser known members of the RESEARCH DEPARTMENT . None the less Miumi the virtual Miumi’s body would flow across the sandy terrain with a sense of purpose and a cold demeanor. He reached down by his side feeling the leather holster he had grown so accustomed to. His hands closed around cool steel and he would extracted his collapsed weapon once he could hear the sound of a URSTIX [b/] approaching. The light glistened off the scales that adorned its body and seemed to make the greyish hued pelt of the beast shimmer. After the briefest pause as the beast seemed to notice the presence of Miumi it would unleash an earth shattering howl which drew the attention two SLEIPNIR a singular DIVE TALON and a singular crimson LINDUR WOLF . Miumi’s eyes would narrow as they would advance towards Miumi, whom was more concerned with the DIVE TALON , as it was the most annoying. While it let out a screech and would soar towards MIUMI , the fleet-footed lucavi would lunge from where he stood propelling himself near the various stone structures which thrust obscenely from underneath the sand. His body lowering as he would let out a soft breathe a few droplets of sweat already forming on his brow. Meanwhile the beast suddenly would spiral around it letting out a caw as it flapped it’s swing sending a zephyr of wind at Miumi, the pressure alone snapping his body back against the stone and sending abrasive sand raining down upon him. Some got into his eyes causing them to sting violently. Meanwhile in the real world one could see the pads pulsating with electrical impulses to mimic the bodies’ reactions, which meant within this world Miumi had to be careful as he could damage himself just as easily. His eyes narrowed as he looked up defiantly raising a hand above himself and chanting to himself. His words emanated with power and a small speaker would replay his words to whomever might have been listening, unbeknownst to Miumi it was probably DESHI , whom could also see what Miumi saw from a series of monitors, some which projected images, others showed data such as his heart-rate, blood pressure, stress levels and even a physical lay out of his body. “ Ye, child of Ramuh rain from the skys and decimate my foes with glittering blades, THUNDER” Suddenly a savage amaranthine bolt of lightning would erupt from the palm of Miumi’s hand striking the core of the beast as well as due to a sudden movement of Miumi’s hand would flow over the beast’s wing the heat causing the skin to burn and char. The end effect was the beast would drop down and gave a pitiful cry as Miumi lunged with a savage twist of his body would tear the wings forther before he swung it towards the neck a quick arced slash and the beast’s body went lip as sanguine fluid stained the sand red. In that time the SLEPHIR had corned Miumi. They would charge bearing their horns in an attempt to impale Miumi whom nimbly pushed off the ground at an angle propelling himself back towards the stone pillar and in the midst of his descent he would swing his blade backwards rooting himself into the earth and dangling freely. His muscles burned as the lactic acid would spread throughout them as they grew tired. It that at that moment a bow wielding VIERA with porcelain white hair would appear firing a volley of spell-imbued arrows which would fell the beasts. However at that moment Miumi’s stress level seemed to raise to the breaking threshold. His heart rate would begin to increase to dangerous levels and the training simulation would terminate itself. When Miumi’s eyes opened he would let out a banshee like scream his hands reaching up imbedding themselves with his hair grabbing and twisting savagely as he curled into a fetal position within the pod, which had the doors slowly opening. Those memories were still painful, while he was able to train onwards and grow stronger, his in ability to cope with the death of GENE only crippled him. His hands would reach up clasping the rustic pendent which held a piece of crystal shaped into a tear-drop. His body rocking back and forth idly until he took notice of a figure hovering over the pod. Meanwhile Miumi's breathe was coming out in ragged wheezes. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; line-height: 10px; color: #FC9098; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] WORDS 800 + TAGS Gobi NOTES New template/ testing CREDIT coded by butters of btn [/style]

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A staff member of the Academy was busy cleaning a window in the hallway, tongue sticking out slightly as she frowned and rubbed at a stubborn spot on the window. It took her a few minutes to finally be content with the cleanliness of the window, but once she had achieved her goal, she smiled and nodded proudly at her work. Then gathering her supplies, she turned to move away from the window and began looking down the long hallway for any windows, she had missed. She couldn’t find any…well, rather, she had cleaned all the ones she could get to. There was one window she had not cleaned in the hallway and it was to this window her gaze went, landing on the figure that rested quietly in the window seat.

Deshitana. He wasn’t an unfamiliar person to the Academy and was actually quite nice; however, after coming back from what could only be described as a terrible beating, the usual calm, yet kind young man had changed. He became more quiet and the feel to him less welcoming than before. There were other changes to the man too.

For starters, his usually reserved clothing had been exchanged for a different set that were a bit more form fitting and decorated with feathers. His belt lined with pouches had been upgraded to one that was more efficient than the last and now a strange chain hung coiled on special loop on the right side of his belt. The sharp tips of that chain hung loosely from the coil, glistening as they swayed slightly from the light vibrations of the man’s natural breathe and movement. His hair which had been kept in a messy pony tail before was now neatly combed back and pinned up and his nails were now a permanent black.

Without doing anything, the tanned and scarred skin young man was both attractive and scary, keeping most of the staff away. The only ones truly brave enough to approach him were the doctors and nurses, but some of the new recruits were still shakey on approaching. It was a sad, but true case for they all knew the man. They knew how he was before—kind, but split between two personalities—and knew how he was now—no longer split between two, but harder to approach. No one, but a select few knew the truth about this change and most were too afraid or still recovering from the shock of said truth to bother telling others. So those left in the dark, stayed in the dark and stayed away. ..But today. Today things were going to change.

Deciding not to skip over the last window in the hall, the staff member bucked up her courage as she held her supplies in a firmer grip. Squaring her shoulders, she headed over to where the quiet warrior was. Keeping a respectful distance, she opened her mouth to speak, but found the words drying up as the white haired young man sitting on the window seat turned his head slightly to look at her. He watched her struggling to find the right words, her mouth moving, but nothing ever coming out.

Seeming to understand what she wanted, the young man blinked slowly before unfolding himself, sliding off the window seat, and back into his sandals he left on the floor below. After a few little shuffles to get the shoes on right, he began to walk down the hall without another word. The light jingle of the chain at his side and the soft sounds of his shoes moving along the clean floors fading into the distance, as the staff member simply stared opened mouthed at the retreating figure, trying to comprehend why such a simple action had placed her in shock..and why she had lacked the courage to speak.

Deshi, on the other hand, continued down the hall, his demeanor calm and his own. While there were still traces of unstableness within the man and some of the Void had left its mark on him even if the voice and presence within had altered and changed into a beast of some sort, the man was calm, curious, and had a taste for art that thankfully no longer included the need for ripped flesh and blood; however, in battle….in battle he knew nothing else, but how to kill. How to be the Beast. It was only in those extreme situations that he became a killer whether in human form or not. The battle…always brought out the worse within. And now Deshi was not so sure how to rid himself of the new and improved curse. This new form while calmer was harder to contend with than the Void. At least the Void he could fight off, but this thing...? He couldn’t touch it or read it, making all plans he had before hand shatter. What was he to do then to be free?

Hmmm… he thought and thought and thought; however, nothing came to him, so in frustration he gave up on the matter for the moment and decided to do the one thing he knew would take away the stress—fight. He wasn’t a lover of fighting, but he found despite how much he disliked it, it had its good points like keeping him ready for anything and venting out stress. He would leave the Academy for bigger prey if a training session or something else could not be found in the place to calm his agitation, but for now, he’d follow his mental map to the large doors that lead into the training room. As he approached the computer scanned him and upon recognizing him, the doors slid open and let him in. At the entrance, Deshi hesitated for a second and glanced emotionlessly at the camera debating about picking one apart to see what made it tick, but then decided against the urge, he headed into the training room instead.

He had hoped to find a sparring partner in the place, but instead found the place as empty as the day he had come through here on the tour. There were no fighters here, so he’d have to go with a simula...Hm?[/color]

The sound of sad music drew his attention from his thoughts. His eyes scanned the room until he finally spotted the only other occupant there. A figure taller than him with long black hair and wolf like ears was by a pod that had been activated within the room. Quietly, Deshi watched as the child-like person sat a strange scythe on a table letting a green light swipe over the weapon. As the light swiped the weapon, the owner went about hooking itself to the pod with cords and after a few adjustments and instructions, the person was lying back down into the device and became still as a pair of small doors slid shut on it.

Curious, Deshi walked over to the pod and looked down onto its closed doors that hid the details of the one inside before his eyes focused on the screens that showed what the person was seeing, his head tilting as he looked at what appeared to be a desert of some sort. As he took in the scene, he realized he recognized the place quite well.

The Dalmasca Westersands, huh? he thought as he took in the familiar scenery. He had hunted both marks and other things in those sands that were still tricky even though he had ventured into them many times. It was interesting to see that the one in the pod had clear memories of the place that showed up nicely on the screens as the pod recreated the memories and made them real to the one interacting with the simulation. Perhaps this was the person’s home then? Or maybe a place that held some significance to the one inside?

Whatever the answer was, Deshi would not know for the time being, so instead he focused on the creatures that appeared to face the person on the screen. He watched the fight, taking note of the speed in which the warrior moved and the proficiency in which it….no he used magic upon the creature after being hit by a wind attack from one of the flyers. The warrior appeared to be good support, but what of his skills in close range combat? Hmm...Deshi's curiosity grew as he continue to watch to see what would happen next.

The child was tiring and might’ve even lost the battle if it went on too much longer, but it would seem that someone would come to save him.
A white haired male Viera, a rare sight indeed, came to the rescue firing out arrows enhanced by magic that quickly destroyed the fiends on the field. Intrigued by this turn of event, Deshi looked forward to seeing an interaction between the strange Viera and the boy; however, it would seem that that wish was not to be granted. As he watched the screens, an annoying beeping sound interrupted the entertainment causing the white haired man to glare at the machinery that kept track of a person’s vital stats. He wanted to crush the things for ruining such a moment, but resisted the destructive nature as he took note that everything was going off the charts with high spikes being shown in the stress screen and the heart rate of the user had increased.

What is this? A reaction to the memory?[/color] Deshi wondered as his annoyed frown became one more concerned and a bit worried about the one inside the pod. The heart rate and stress level were dangerously high. He needed to do something about this, but what?

Deshi's eyes looked at the machinery until he finally found what appeared to be the emergency power shut down for the device. It was towards this that Deshi moved; however, two steps forward it and the system shut itself down causing the screens to go black as from within the pod an unearthly scream was released.

The frown on Deshi’s face deepened, he turned to look at the figure in the pod. He could see the figure inside twist and curl up as the doors slowly opened. Once open, Deshi saw the black haired young man curled up in the fetal position, holding onto a pendant around his neck as he rocked back and forth. Whatever that memory brought up must’ve been bad if it crippled the kid this badly. An understandable thing that Deshi could relate to; however, his face would not mirror this understanding as the frown faded and his features became blank once more.

Deshi watched the kid emotionless for a while longer until the child inside finally stop rocking, noticing his presence at least before being more or less still. His breathes were heavy and wheezing as he continued to calm himself.

While Deshi did not know the kid, something within the warrior felt for him. His cold features softened slightly as he kneeled down by the pod until he was eye level with the shaken child. He kept his distance a safe one as he looked the kid up and down.

“….You going to be okay?” he asked in calm tones, with just a hint of concern underneath them. While his voice or features didn’t show it, Deshi was truly concerned for the child’s well being.

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It appeared that the machine had given Miumi an over-dose of sedative possibly, which was done due to a miscalculation of the weight within it as the other entered prior to the tube’s reset. Miumi’s eyes suddenly closed and by that one could see by another window that appeared holographically near DESHI that Miumi was at peace as his vitals had stabilized but due to the amount of medicine that had been injected into him his heart beat was a little lower than it should have been and appeared to be gradually dropping. However it would switch for a moment and a brief image flickered across the screen as it was still scanning the subconscious of the child, it would show a different man standing there brandishing the OKAMIGA NO ONI , or Miumi’s beloved scythe standing upon a battlefield his face was strew in blood and inchor not to mention he bore the same amaranthine gem upon his forehead as Miumi, it lingered for a moment before the screen shifted for a moment revealing information about what it was doing and the machine would bring forth another needle to stabilize Miumi injecting it into his right arm.

Miumi remain still for a moment and the next image upon the screen showed Miumi standing in a small abandoned town his body covered in blood and surrounding him were many corpses. This child lived a life full of blood-shed and hardships and it began to show CLAN CENTURIO , for the briefest moment showing Miumi when he had first arrived his body was so tiny and frail covered in bruises from the imperials beatings after he had stolen from them. His hair was shaggy and disheveled while his eyes were alert and always darting around. Miumi would stir as the face of the white haired Viera flickered across the screen causing Miumi’s lip to tremble before he stirred causing many of the suction cups attached to his body to fall lose. It was then a small medic from the Med Bay would cough and gently move past DESHI and transfer Miumi onto a gurney, as they had been notified by the machine of this and they would turn and look at DESHI , offering a soft smile to the one of their Academy’s trainer.

“ Your welcome to come to the Med Bay if your worried, this happened before, the poor kid was found in the desert passed out a lot of us didn’t think he would make it.

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She covered her mouth as she realized she wasn’t supposed to divulge patient information so easily, despite the Academy being fairly secure it wasn’t proper. She would slowly begin to cart the child to the med bay and would lay him on one of the beds and left a chair sitting aside for that man known as DESHI , just in case it would probably be another ten or twenty minutes before the medicine fully kicked in and Miumi would regain consciousness.






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((Sorry it took so long to get back to ya. Here we go if you want to continue.)

Deshi asked his question, but the strange child within the tube was in no condition to respond back, so instead Deshi watched the child with an emotionless expression on his face as his mind tried to figure out what was happening to child. What he saw was not unusual to the arena breed man. He had seen people go mad, seen what anxiety and fear could do to a person, and even seen people get killed or kill themselves thanks to their mental instability. This child in the tube was in a similar situation. Maybe the sight or memory of that strange bunny like man in the projection was something painful or disturbing to the child he watched. Maybe this person was the reason for the child’s fear, but the why of the matter escaped him…and quite frankly he did not have time to ponder it as his eyes flickered to the machine next to the kid taking note of what it was doing. The machine the kid was hooked up to was smart enough to stop the program it was running, reboot, but not pull the kid back into the simulation. Deshi could hear the whirl of the machine still working, but ignored as he instead focused on the screen’s monitoring the kid’s vital stats.

Dark brown eyes watched with calmness as the boy, seized by his agony continued to struggle with breathing, the machines going crazy as his heart raced. On one hand, Deshi wanted to rip the boy from the machine’s grip and take him to the Medical Wing while the on the other hand, he knew the safest bet was to leave the kid exactly where he was. While he had been in the Academy a while now, Deshi was unsure of how taking the child from the machine would affect him. Would it do more damage or not? A question he did not want to find the answer out to by doing something himself, so he threw that option out of the window and focused on another. He could leave the boy, go find help, but even that possibility was not good. If he left, the boy could easily fall into state worse than the one he was already in and maybe even potentially die without someone being right there for him. So instead of moving, Deshi stayed where he was and fell back on his own knowledge of the body and the medical field he had taken from the arena. While he was no doctor, he could still help someone better than the average joy, so he would stay to watch over the kid until this…unfortunate situation passed.

As he continued to watch, the machine began to work on the kid, opening a small panel and inject something into the boy quickly via a needle. The boy’s reaction was to twitch and cry in his misery, a sight that would melt the iciest of hearts and even drive some to act, but not Deshi. No, his mind had already become numb to the scene before him as his arena mentality kicked in. On top of this, the unstableness that had kicked in since his downfall only made him even more calmer in the otherwise nail biting situation. He did not panic as he simply kept a professional eye on the child, taking notes on the child’s condition as he quietly observed the situation.

The child remained in a state of wild fear until finally the substance that had been injected into him kicked in causing the boy’s body to relax and his mind to fog over with perhaps sleep. A tranquilizer of some sort that was working wonders on the kid, so it was no surprise that when the child finally did realize Deshi was there, that he was in no condition to answer the simply question asked earlier. Already, the kid looked as if he was going to pass out at any moment. Slowly, the body was became calm and the boy began to look much like a limp doll in the tube. His arms and hands unclenching as the medicine did its work. Deshi notice the damage done to the hand holding the pendant, but did not move to wrap the hand up as instead his eyes remained locked on the child who was trying to stay awake and focused on him, but the medicine was too strong and was taking him from reality quickly. Through his half-awake state, the child looked at him with half opened eyes and in time tears would fill those eyes and pour over the edge of one eye and down the kid’s cheek. Deshi heard his cry, but remained emotionless as he listened to the kid speak…or rather attempt to speak through the fog that had him. He was apologizing to him. Perhaps mistaking him for this person he called Gene? The guess certainly seemed likely as the boy seemed to be addressing him by such a name when he spoke; however, Deshi did not question or answer him. He knew the kid wouldn’t be able to make a reply anyway, so what was the point? As the quiet warrior thought this, the boy’s eyes closed as the medicine finally took him under, but still Deshi did not move as his eyes flickered to the screen with the boy’s vitals were still displayed.

They were coming back to normal at a steady rate, but then began to drop to lower levels once more putting the boy in a danger zone, but Deshi did not move or show signs of distress at this new development as he simply watched the screens to see if the boy’s body would balance itself out or if in the end, he would indeed have to take measures into his own hands. Cautiously, he reached out and took the boy’s wrist firmly, yet still gentle into his right hand before finding his pulse with his left and monitoring it himself as he kept an eye on the boy’s breathing and other signs that might suggest trouble. His eyes went from the boy back to the screens just as the image on them changed into something else. More memories perhaps?[/color] he wondered as he eyed the scene before him.

This time around, there was a man on the screen similarities to the boy. He took note of the scene, noting the similar gem upon the forehead and the weapon similar to the one resting next to the boy. Was this man related to the kid or perhaps the kid in another form? Had the man died in whatever battle that had given him such wounds and left the kid behind or was he reborn as a child? Or perhaps the man was of another race entirely? One that the boy had come from? Hmm…

Deshi pondered the possibilities, thinking that maybe he should go back to Ivalice and dig into the lore that surrounded the place. Maybe if he dug deep enough he could find his answers. Or perhaps the answers rested in the boy alone. He looked back at the boy curious about him, but also finding himself thinking back to the woman. The one that called herself Altima…Did this boy and her have a connection or was his mind simply playing tricks on him? Was he thinking too hard? The white haired warrior thought for a few more seconds feeling the strange new Beast with stir within at the thought of Altima. It wanted to meet her again, but why he was not sure and he did not let his mind ponder the why any longer. He pushed the thoughts of Altima and the punishment she gave to him away as he refocused on the screen which had changed yet again, informing the young man that it was about to give the kid another shot, this one to stabilize the child.

Deshi let the machine do its work impressed at how sophisticated and smart the technology was, but still not trusting it fully. After the shot was given, Deshi monitored the boy’s pulse and other vitals for a while longer not content with the information the machine was giving him. Once he felt the boy was in safe waters, he laid the kid’s hand gently across his stomach before moving from his kneeled position by the tube and pushing himself back onto his feet. As he did so a movement on the screen drew his attention once more the flickering image and once more he was treated to more memories that the computer had pried from the boy.

This time it was showing the boy himself covered in blood much like the man wielding the scythe in the other images. Corpses were surrounding him. A massacre caused by him or perhaps something he had to fight? The images flickered showing a strange clan and then a frailer version of the boy in the tube, beaten from who knew what; however, despite how beat up the kid was his eyes were alert and searching the area. The image changed as the face of the white haired male Viera appeared again.

Gene, huh?[/color] Deshi thought as he looked at the image briefly before being distracted by movement from the corner of his eye. He looked back down at the boy, who was stirring in his sleep, his lips trembling at the image. This kid, had had it rough in life and had been scarred by whatever happened between himself and that male Viera. Now the memories haunted him, tormenting him alone until shared unintentionally with another by devices such as the one the child was in. If Deshi was more sensitive to the situation perhaps he would’ve felt guilty for having witness something as personal as the memories shared; however, Deshi felt nothing, but a bit of confusion as he tried to work the puzzle presented to him as he continued to watch as the child shifted in the tube, knocking some of the suction cups off of him in the process and causing the screens to flicker and become distorted as the machine lost connection with its host.

As soon as this happened, Deshi heard the cough of someone entering the room. Not flinching or jumping, he turned to see a medic coming towards them with a gurney. The woman brushed passed him gently and moved the boy to the mobile bed before looking over at him giving him a soft smile, but receiving none back as Deshi simply tilted his head at her questioning the look.

Used to his silent and sometimes odd ways, the medic did not waver as she stood her ground reminding him briefly of Rosa, making the man wonder what had happened to the gentle mage after they had been separated. Wherever she was, he hoped that she was okay and perhaps one day, he would meet her again and on better terms. It would be nice to be allies rather than enemies with the woman, but for now all he could do was hope for the best for the woman.

In any case, Deshi was brought out of his wandering thoughts by the voice of the female medic. She was saying that he was welcomed to come to the Medical Bay if he wished before making a comment about how the kid being passed at was nothing unusual. It had happened before, so maybe that is why the machine he was in was equipped with such strange needles. Maybe it was designed specifically for him. It was hard to tell. Anyway, the woman continued explaining how the kid had been found passed out in the desert before being brought to the Academy and saved. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the young woman covered her mouth finding the error of giving too much information to someone who probably should not have it, but instead of frowning or snapping at her for the error, Deshi smiled slightly and shook his head, surprised at how comfortable some of the staff had gotten around him. Comfortable enough to drop their guard and let slip bits of information that was probably best left unsaid. Still, he supposed this was a good thing. At least they trusted him, so that was a start; however, he often wondered if there should be a limit on that trust. While he had no plans of sharing anything given to him or betraying the Academy, the Beast within was another matter entirely. Even, he wasn’t sure what the creature might do. It…scared him, even if he did not show the emotion on the outside.

Anyway, despite the negative thoughts flowing through his mind, Deshi managed to keep the slight smile on his face putting the woman at ease. After she had relaxed a bit, she took the child out of the training area at a slow pace. Deshi did not follow immediately as instead he went about shutting down the machinery in the room and removing the kid’s weapon from the scanner. When everything was nice and neat, the quiet warrior headed out of the room with the weapon in hand. The strange scythe was lighter than the weapon used by the Void, but having the weapon in hand made the warrior feel uncomfortable. When he reached the medical wing some time later and was allowed to check on the child, he was all too happy to lean that scythe in a corner. With it out of his hands, he relaxed a bit before drifting over to the chair that had been left in the room for any visitors that might come.

Flipping the chair around as he approached it, Deshi sat down on it and leaned forward against the back of the chair. He watched the sleeping child for a bit not sure why he had decided to linger around the kid or why he was even concerned, but some part of him wanted to get to know the kid that had shown him so much without even meaning to, so he stayed and waited.

Time ticked on and eventually Deshi began to doze lightly as he got comfortable in the chair the chair he was in. He was glad for this brief calm in his otherwise chaotic life, so while he could he’d take advantage of it.