A yawn fluttered from the boy's
lips as he rubbed his eyes, kicking his feet back and forth through the air as he sat down on the ornate chair decorated with velvet and pillows aplenty. It was a very comfortable chair, he could tell because every time he bounced in it his butt didn't hurt at all. It probably wouldn't hurt if he took another nap, maybe when he woke up he would be somewhere that wasn't here. It was a really spooky place after all, all dark and lit with candles, spiky stuff all over, black furniture with red accents. No place for a child to be, no place at all. "Yea, I'm-"
He interrupted himself with another yawn, his eyelids drooping as he rested his head on the pillow he carried with him everywhere. "I'm gonna take another nap..."
Scarcely a moment had passed before his light snoring echoed through the empty room, the pitter patter of rain being the only other sound in the lonely castle.
The rain masked the slow and heady footsteps approaching the sleeping child. There was a confidence in the newcomer's step, one picked up only by someone who was awake; of which the child was not. The fighting outside the castle where a strange group were fighting off invisible creatures didn't seem to warrant care from someone who wanted a nap. Nor did it concern the newcomer all that much either. "Hey, wake up. No kid's supposed to be sleeping in a place like this,"
came the words belonging to someone new
. Hands in her pockets and the look of boredom painted on her face, she wakled up to the boy's chair, very tempted to tip the furniture over to get a response. "Can't be bothered with this..."
"Wha?" He had barely even gotten a minute of sleep in before somebody came by to check on the child. She was completely correct of course, not that it mattered in the slightest. They were in the Tower after all. "O-oh. Hey there miss. I'm Touka, it's nice to meet you!"
His voice picked up a little near the end there, but soon he was yawning again. "I'm sorry, I'm feeling kinda tired right now. Could you wait like-"
Another bout of rubbing eyes as he began to melt into the soft and comfy chair with all the velvet and pillows. Whoever owned this chair had really good taste in chairs, this was a good sleeping chair. Touka was already zoning out, his eyes slowly closing even as he stared directly at the blonde lady who was talking to him. "S-sorry. Could you gimme five minutes, I'm really tired."
He was clearly struggling to stay awake just to talk to her, his legs swinging back and forth in an effort to keep himself awake, a losing battle to say the least. "What are you, some kind of lethargic?"
The girl didn't expect an answer to that question, not when the boy was already falling back to sleep. But she had a feeling that he had to be, lest he wouldn't be ignoring her in this way. Whatever. The temptation to shove him off his seat and claim it for herself was overidden only by an uncaring apathy. It wasn't her business if he wanted to be bait for the monsters of the dark. She'd have rightfully left his ass then and there too were it not for the strange scent she was getting from him. "Eh? You're from outside the Tower too. Now why did this place bring in a literal kid here..."
A second was spent to ponder this. "......"
This time she did tip the chair over, kicking at its legs from an angle to lurch the furniture forward sharply."What's a lethargic?"
Touka asked sleepily, having moved on from kicking his legs to fluffing his pillow absentmindedly. It was quite the worn old thing, looked like it would fall apart next time it got washed. But something about it also called out to the woman, like it was just the comfiest thing in the whole world. Maybe that's why Touka was always so sleepy, just looking at it for too long would probably make someone drowsy. "O-oh! You're from outside too! I came here looking for my mom!"
Finally, something managed to penetrate the aura of sleepiness that permeated the kid, his eyes opening and shining as he explained why he was here. "So why are you-"
The question would go unspoken as she decided to kick his chair out from under him, sending him tumbling forward to the floor. In a weird stroke of luck, he landed perfectly on his pillow with a small grunt, not suffering any harm from the act of unprovoked violence. A few seconds passed in silence, before the woman would hear the muffled sound of snoring as Touka fell asleep on his very comfy pillow. He rolled over slowly, his arms outstretched and bumping into the woman's leg as he repositioned unconsciously."....this kid's hopeless."
The girl looked down idly at the boy. In the time she'd wasted conversing with him, she got no closer to achieving anything aside from knowing the Tower chose its victims out of random nature. Well, it wasn't her problem; even if that pillow did look pretty comfortable. Moving her leg away, she walked past the drowsed boy. "Name's Shuro kid,"
was the last thing she'd say to him before walking on off. The sound of movement in the shadows was concerning, especially in a castle of Victoire's stature. But she wasn't playing babysitter and she figured if the kid made it this far, he could handle himself just fine.
As the echo of her footsteps faded into the distance, the sound that replaced it was that of snarling and growling beasts that prowled in the dark. They roared in unison, each one eager to tear apart the fleshy child that invaded the home of their mistress. Yet each one was silenced in unison as a force pulsed from Touka, a razor sharp... something, tearing them apart faster than the human eye could track. A spare thread hanging from his pillow slowly retracted back into it's tattered home and Touka mumbled something about angels under his breath. His dreams were soft and filled with wonder, even as the dark of the castle sought to swallow him whole. And far away, a malicious devil watched her charge with amusement. This would be a fun game.