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His waiting was cut short by a sudden scent, one that wafted first in front of him before sliding into his nose. Isshum turned his head towards her before she had asked her question, his hands stuffed in his pockets with impatience speaking through his body.
For whatever reason though, he tried to fix his intolerant position. He poorly straightened himself up, fiddled with the sideward strands of his immaculate hair as she stepped in front of him. In the back of his head, something reached towards this motherly figure. Though, he couldn’t quite pin-point it. It was wholly instinctual cause he didn’t remember her in the slightest.
Before speaking, Isshum’s hearing picked up on a distracting conversation. Had he heard Taka? A stranger was with her too, one who’s voice was annoying charming. It pricked with little daggers to just to listen. He shivered lightly before zoning them out and returning to the lab-coat.
“Umm, yea. How’d you know? Are you some psychic or something?” Isshum quickly waved his hands and that idiotic question away. “Sorry, I’m not thinking again. But why are you waiting for them? Wait, did you say you three? Me too?” he wondered, slowly but unknowingly pointing his index finger at his face.
When the small child approached his mother and moments later hid behind her leg, Isshum looked towards him with pouted lips and a quirked brow. “Your kid? He looks awfully cowardly. Is he usually this afraid of people?” He awaited her answer before continuing with his idea.
Taking a knee two or three feet from the kid, Isshum extended tight fist towards him. “Watch this,” he told the kid with awe, his tone once again betraying his idiolect; that tone of innocence and childish thinking. “It’s going to be brilliant.”
He brought his index finger up and ignited a sparkler at its tip. The colorful crackles that came from the white flame was harmless and only minutely warm. With a smirk, he quickly brought his finger into his palm and extinguished the light.
“You should treat them with understanding, young one. Even things that are scary … because you never know,” he stood up slowly and raised his still fisted hand into the air, a sizzling emanating from within. “They might just dazzle ya.” He swiped his hand high over his head, etching six floating sparklers into the sky. The light from it darkened the room and casted shadows around them, but in front of Alice and her child, the fireworks would cast a brilliant array of oranges and whites.
“They could also disappear quickly so you have to cherish the memories you make too. At least, that’s what someone told me.”
With a reverse swipe, he cut the sparklers from existence and smiled at the boy. He hated to admit it but the fear in the child's eyes had stirred dark memories. Ones that he felt inclined to ignore, no matter what the cost would be.
@Leslie Hall and anyone nearby.
