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Check one angel and boy.
[There's a new face wandering confusedly around Campus today! It's a young boy who's age is hard to tell -- likely somewhere between 14 and 17 -- who's dressed in some kind of weird medieval hoodie and pants with rather thick, metal-plated boots. The bag slung on his back is definitely big enough that he must be hauling a bunch of stuff, while the sword tied to the top of it has an odd sheath that's almost too ordinary.
Whoever he is, he appears to be completely lost, occasionally peering out of windows or looking into doors, as if he's trying to find someone or something. He looks almost terrified of any actual technology that he stumbles across and sometimes just stops in the middle of the hall to tilt his head, as if he's listening to some far-off voice.
For anyone with a high magical or spiritual sense, the boy is absolutely radiating a holy, angelic aura, to the point that it's almost visible. For everyone else, he seems completely normal, if with an odd, comforting aura instead.]
Whoever he is, he appears to be completely lost, occasionally peering out of windows or looking into doors, as if he's trying to find someone or something. He looks almost terrified of any actual technology that he stumbles across and sometimes just stops in the middle of the hall to tilt his head, as if he's listening to some far-off voice.
For anyone with a high magical or spiritual sense, the boy is absolutely radiating a holy, angelic aura, to the point that it's almost visible. For everyone else, he seems completely normal, if with an odd, comforting aura instead.]
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After a moment, his hands release Ryou's, going around the taller boy's body. Though the tough is light at first, it quickly turns into a tight cling, Zero burying his face into Ryou as his shoulders begin to shake. This burning at the back of his eyes...
It's been a long time since he's actually cried like this.]
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It's alright... If you need to cry, go on. I won't judge you... [It's not in his nature to push the boy away. Even if it's a little uncomfortable for him, not being used to close contact, he doesn't mind it.]
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He had something like this, now. As long as he kept that "real self" away... would he be able to keep it?
He quietly mouths the name "Ryou," even as it seems like he doesn't want to let go anytime soon despite the grime and blood.]
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Loneliness was a curse, and this boy had obviously had his share of it despite the angel's presence.]
Come on. You don't have to let go, but let's get you cleaned up.
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He nods a bit, seeming to be a little more at ease now.]
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You've got another choice now. I can just wash your hair in the sink, or you can take a bath and I'll help with your hair when you're done. If you decide to take a bath, I can wash your clothes too, if you don't mind wearing some of mine while yours dry.
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Bath... that sounds like the better option, so he holds up two fingers to try and indicate it. It wouldn't be the first time he's worn oversized clothing, after all. They didn't tend to make armor or adventurer garb in child sizes.]
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There we are!
[Getting up off the ground, he turns his back so that the boy can get undressed and get in in peace.]
If it's too hot, just put some more cold water in, okay? We've got a pretty limitless supply of most things here.
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Bubbles.
Bubbles!
Zero can't help but stare in awe and delight at those, though he patiently waits until Ryou's done messing with it. He blinks a little confusedly at the turning around, but drops the armor in the corner, out of the way for now so he can clean it later.
After a moment of thought, he puts his clothes up on the counter, then carefully gets in. It is a little hot, but it's a pleasant kind of heat, and definitely not too much.
Now that he's actually in it, of course... he can't resist playing with the bubbles, giving a soundless laugh even as he does.]
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I'll be back in a minute, okay?
[Taking the boy's clothes, he disappears into the kitchen to put them into the washing machine. That done, he carefully picks out some of his own clothes for him to wear, bringing them back in with him and setting them on the counter.]
Here you go.
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Curiously, he leans on the side of the tub a little to peer at the clothes, wondering a little. How did that kind of thing feel? It looked different...]
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Take as long as you need. There's no rush.
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...first, however, he feels a bit mischievous. Grabbing a handful of the bubbles, he leans out and blows them at Ryou.]
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[He blows them back at him, unable to stop some of them landing on his nose.]
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Zero is definitely surprised by the resistance, shaking his head a little and giving a glare that's so far from actually glaring that even Ryou could easily tell. After a moment, he reaches over and grabs the other boy, yanking him with the intention of pulling him into the tub.]
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[Scooping up a handful of water, he casually pours it on Zero's head.]
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...and then the water falls on his head and he jumps a little, pulling his bangs out of his face and blinking.]
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Even if it's a little embarrassing, if it makes you feel more at ease, I don't mind.
[Retrieving the shampoo, he moves Zero carefully so he can reach his hair, beginning to lather it up.]
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It's been a long time since he's felt this warm, both inside and out, and he smiles again, nodding in understanding. He moves without a fuss, trying to settle as Ryou directs him and resisting the urge to shift as he feels the hands go through his hair.
Little brother... he was already being treated as something like that, and he wants to keep that forever.]
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