Anonymous sent: Would you rather be a Spellcaster/Mage, wielding staffs and tomes, or a warrior, wielding a rapier?
“Ah,” III paused to consider for just a moment, then glanced back up. ”A spellcaster of some sort. While I’m not exactly weak, I don’t have much in the way of physical strength to boast of. Even were it provided to me with the status of a warrior, my answer would likely be the same. I prefer to avoid physical confrontation.”
Cathy visibly flinched at the sight of III’s tears. Her face was soon filled with sympathy when she heard that sentence. He had never had friends before. Cathy knew that feeling incredibly well. The sheer amount of loneliness was overwhelming.
The cat-girl took a few hesitant steps forward before doing something she never would have thought she’d do. She wrapped her arms around the boy into a tight hug as she attempted to hold back her own tears.
“I-It’s okay.” She croaked.
Her move had caught III off guard, causing him to freeze up and stand stock-still in her hold. He had never willingly allowed someone who wasn’t family have such contact with him. And yet… he didn’t hate it. It was warm. He didn’t feel repulsed or any urge to pull away. He didn’t even feel any contempt for those simple coddling words.
Slowly, very hesitantly, III moved his arms around the girl in a gentle return embrace. Her barely held together tone told him something had hit a sore spot for her. ”I didn’t mean to upset you,” he murmured in a roundabout way of apologizing. Saying ‘I’m sorry’ yet again would just make him feel silly.
A dilemma slowly occurred to him after a few moments, though. How long was this supposed to last? Hugs he shared with his brothers often lasted quite awhile, sometimes even until he ended up drifting off to sleep, but this…
“Uhm,” III cleared his throat uneasily, pulling back and putting a step of distance between them. His cheeks tinted lightly with pink in embarrassment as he glanced off to the side, one hand subconsciously reaching to rub the back of his neck. He wasn’t exactly sure where to go from here. Were they supposed to part ways? Hang out? Talk? III panicked inwardly, hoping dearly that at least she would have something to save them both from the increasingly awkward atmosphere.
III looked like a mess, V could even see him trying to catch his breath. Probably Number Hunting? It was possible that could be the case, dueling was tiring and finding a Number Holder was even more tiring. Especially when one tried to run from their fate. It was a good thing that V asked that III would come to the coffee shop, maybe that would ease his soul. “It’s fine, I don’t mind waiting.” V had the patience of a saint, III being a couple minutes late was nothing to V. In fact it barely felt as if III was late.
“You look tired, did something happen?” As V said that, he turned on his heels and made his way toward the door of the shop. Holding it open for III and waiting until he entered. The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans mixed with a sweet smell filled his nose. He would prefer tea, but this was something for special occasions. Having some coffee didn’t seem like a bad idea now, since all the sleep he had last night was a few hours due to work and nightmares. There wasn’t many people in the shop, a few couples and some people. It was quiet, with the exception of a whisper or a clatter from a chair. The aura here was peaceful.
Quick to follow, III nodded his thanks to V’s small gesture of courtesy and stepped past him into the cozy shop. The warm aromas of freshly brewing coffee and sweet pastries and treats completely enveloped him. Relaxing.
“The Numbers holder I was after was something of a slum-dweller. So the places he ran…” III left it at that with a nonchalant shrug. Reencountering treks through dirty back alleys and dark, dank sewer tunnels wasn’t exactly a conversation you had before sitting at the table. Or during, for that matter. At least he had been out in the fresh air long enough afterward that he didn’t smell bad. ”No need to worry about me,” he reassured.
The place was quiet as he had expected; V had never liked noisy or bustling places. For the most part, III himself was indifferent, having spent plenty of time together with IV as he pandered to fans out in public. Quiet was nice, though. What he preferred.
Since he didn’t actually know if the place was one where you got what you wanted up at the front, or one where you were seated and waited on, III simply lingered by V’s side quietly until conversation could be continued once they were settled.
Anonymous sent: 7, 20, 21, 22, 34, 50
7. Favourite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
I enjoy preparing different types of tea, baking, and researching. While I try to be responsible and dutiful most of the time, sometimes I just want to ignore everything and do something I enjoy.
20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
Nothing worse than a flu or chicken pox like most kids, but when ever I was sick, IV-niisama would sing to comfort me a little.
21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
How many times will things like this need to be answered…? I have nothing more to share than voice, when it comes to… turn-ons. As for turn-offs, people with poor hygiene.
34. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
I’m a private person, for the most part. Although some questions have me be… more open than I’d like to be at times.
50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
Very, though not for the pain of it. I find the idea of an ‘end’ frightening, and I hate the thought of being separated from my family in such a— as far as anyone knows— permanent way.
V stood outside the small coffee shop, it was disappointing that IV refused to join him and III for a nice cup of coffee. Normally V wasn’t the one to drink coffee but word on the street said that they had good coffee and sweets. It didn’t even seem that crowded or anything, it was just there. It looked old and not too modern either. V looked around searching for his youngest brother.
It wasn’t until a few seconds later V spotted him, giving a rare soft smile to III as he was approached, V asked, “How was your day?” It wouldn’t hurt to show some emotion throughout the rest of the day, wouldn’t it? But his emotion would only be limited to a smile or a laugh, any other emotion he wouldn’t show. Not because he wouldn’t he just couldn’t.
He was definitely late by now, III thought grudgingly to himself as he dashed around the corner that would finally take him to the right street. His appearance was probably less than presentable, if the sidelong glances he got from people he passed were anything to go by, but it couldn’t be helped. The possible Numbers holder he had been trying to pursue for the better part of an entire afternoon had dragged him through parts of the city he could have lived without knowing of. Much less actually stepping foot in them himself. But when it came to jobs given to him by Tron, he would do what ever it took— even if it meant setting aside personal opinions.
The sight of V standing patiently by the door of the little coffee shop they had agreed to meeting at quickly did away with his slightly dampened mood, though. Seeing a smile on his oldest brother’s face lifted his heart and effortlessly spread a bright smile to his own face. As he came nearer to V, III slowed his pace until reaching a full stop right in front of him. Resisting the need to bend over and rest his hands on his knees in a gasping mess took all the willpower he had. He took a moment to catch his breath before responding.
“Quite good,” III answered as soon as he was able, trying to smooth down his hair and clothes to look as if they hadn’t just been in such disarray. ”…A little busy,” he admitted sheepishly when the slight look he earned from the other told him the little white lie hadn’t gone unnoticed. ”I’m sorry for being late. I got a little… lost, earlier.”