Again, someone was refering to that place as home. Hikaru, as it were, couldn't be faulted. He was probably grown up a normal child, with a home and family. Albedo chewed a bite of the second pie. "No. We didn't get desserts."
Or sweets. Or anything like that for that matter. But it didn't matter now. That was behind him. Whether or not Albedo left this playground, he was not returning to the Yuriev Institute. That place was gone from his life. Like other things surely were.
A twinge of rememberance, some kind of drifting thought that asked how he was so thoroughly distracted. He had a brother here, and a twin as well. One to torment and one to torture (but was that really what he--), and he had planning to do. He glanced back at the notebooks with something like longing for a brief second. He wished he could spend the night going through Angel's notebook, and filling up space in his own.
But a call was too insistent in his mind, too sweet to resist. If nothing more, Albedo needed to gain use of his abilities tonight, and for that Nigredo must suffer until he relinguished the hold he held on the white-haired Variant. Albedo would settle for nothing less. The slower healing of the telomerase was unsettling.
The doors hadn't opened yet, so there was no reason to ignore the friendly person in front of him. Albedo was soaking up kindness like the sun's rays, trying to make up for the years of lack. There was a pause as he watched the door, thinking. Then he looked back at Hikaru with a small grin. "Albedo. It looks like we are. How long have you been here?"
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Or sweets. Or anything like that for that matter. But it didn't matter now. That was behind him. Whether or not Albedo left this playground, he was not returning to the Yuriev Institute. That place was gone from his life. Like other things surely were.
A twinge of rememberance, some kind of drifting thought that asked how he was so thoroughly distracted. He had a brother here, and a twin as well. One to torment and one to torture (but was that really what he--), and he had planning to do. He glanced back at the notebooks with something like longing for a brief second. He wished he could spend the night going through Angel's notebook, and filling up space in his own.
But a call was too insistent in his mind, too sweet to resist. If nothing more, Albedo needed to gain use of his abilities tonight, and for that Nigredo must suffer until he relinguished the hold he held on the white-haired Variant. Albedo would settle for nothing less. The slower healing of the telomerase was unsettling.
The doors hadn't opened yet, so there was no reason to ignore the friendly person in front of him. Albedo was soaking up kindness like the sun's rays, trying to make up for the years of lack. There was a pause as he watched the door, thinking. Then he looked back at Hikaru with a small grin. "Albedo. It looks like we are. How long have you been here?"