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[center][h1]Lancer Lily - Miyama Town[/h1][/center]



“I’m Lancer.” the youth said with his beaming smile. Hardly one to be idle he began to walk around Gatekeeper in a circle, dragging his heels against the ground as he did so. 

The fact that Gatekeeper commented not on the strange garb that made Lancer look quite silly and foolish simply was a testament to his purity. One could say that children all held such a quality, yet there were those who would no doubt focus in and hone in with derision that came only with youth. Belittlement and attacks that came without true malice, or came out of a dislike that was also pure was sometimes the most painful.

Yet Gatekeeper was indeed what could only be called a beautiful youth, a beautiful boy who in mind and body held something that could only be kept as a thing to cherish.

In contrast the fair, but ill-garbed appearance of Lancer was also fitting to his personality. No malice or illness were held with him either, but nor was it the presence of niceness. Indeed, unfettered in a sense by normal values, even the diluted form children normally held, he was more dangerous than a unpleasant child.

Yet the two held some common ground, and so it was not a surprise that they simply accepted each other as children who sought a friend, a peer.

“The bag used to have cats. I had to kill some rats, so I got some fish so I could get some cats! But I’m all out of cats so I’ll have to get some more. I’m on break, so I decided to look for a friend, and then I found you.”

He held up the bag towards Gatekeeper… only to pause and tilt his head to the side. Lancer only now noticed the oddity that had come to permeate the bag. “Hmm, that’s weird…” he murmured before giving off a shrug. “Oh well. Now’s the time for playing.” The grudges were simply dismissed, irrelevant to the focused world of a child.

“Why don’t we play with a ball, or look for something fun?”