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Rye huffs when he feels himself getting picked up and settled onto his father's arms. Nestled nicely with his head facing towards the strange looking woman that spoke something eerily familiar. It reeks something near of old bloodlust, like a wolf hiding in a sheep's clothing.
His eyes simply shook for a bit when he saw the woman smile. It reminded him of a specific old butler who is amused of his reactions. Shuffle, shuffle. Rye, Kim Rok Soo, huffs for another reason.
"Rye, this is miss Freesia. I met her while I was out downtown." Cale explains, although he looks like an absolute dumbarse for telling this to a nine month-old. Mind you, he does understand - ; "She helped me picked out great and fresh vegetables! She told me she also has a gift for you, isn't that wonderful?"
Rye deadpans, 'The baby voice makes it more frustrating to hear. And what gift? Is she going to gift me death today--wait, why should you even trust someone who just helped you out pick food? It feels like.....she's smiling too much, it's giving me 'i'm going to kill you peacefully' vibes.'
The nine-month old opens his mouth and babbled out random noises like how babies do in attempt to look normal. "Waaaaa....." His poor attempt only ended up in a long onomatopoeia of a lifeless corpse.
Silence bestowed upon them.
The seventeen year-old blinks and apologetically smiles while Freesia seems to sparkle in amusement.
"I apologise. My sapling is quite...... spectacular in nonchalance and doesn't really like people that much."
Rye looked at his father with a frown, disbelief painting his brows: Not that I don't like people but the attention, dear father. Do you know how putting up a front is tiring--actually, who am I kidding? My father himself is the adjective of 'mysterious'.
Oh yeah. Rye once found out something in the room next door, he heard creepy giggles of a woman.
At some parts of the day or night, he hears nursery rhymes of old languages--and weird phrases that spoke about the downfall of a king. Rye couldn't sleep near something like that, however, as long as Cale was there, he could just bury his face on his father's chest and cover his ears. There was no need of one's sacrifice if such things as spirits and ghosts exist.
He might die the next day he spots out a creepy, transparent looking girl. Yeah, no. That sounds creepy as fuck.
"Anyway," Cale decided to short cut the introduction and left the child back on his place whilst said child is having a crisis, "I should go and cook food for lunch, please make yourself at home!" The redhead smile easily, his golden brown locks sways.
Oh. Rye didn't notice the change of hair. How fascinating...... The child intently stares at the ground with a fixated expression, how did he not notice such thing? Usually, he is so hyper-fixated that he subconsciously takes in everything but he did not. How come he had let that pass? Was he so intent on his thoughts that he didn't notice anything? But that can't be, no matter everything, he takes in all at once.
Rye, Kim Rok Soo, used to have an ability that may or may not have come with him in this other universe. This ability is named Record, it's as explained in the name. It records everything through the user's eyes, he takes in a lot of database information whether it be useful and the 'useless'. The ability works within the brain, the encephalitis serves as a storage of database. The ability serves a great programme, but it also brings curses; for an example, never being able to forget.
Ah, but he strays far from that subject. There's no need to dwell on something that passed years ago.
"Hello there, little young master!" The old woman spoke off with a slight accent.
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Through Divine Intervention. || 백작가의 망나니가 되었다
Fanfiction████████████████████ "아빠, dumb." The two-year old deadpans. Cale was sure his life could not get any more miserable, his son just called him dumb! Or, Throughout his eighteen years of life, Cale Henituse has finally understand how it feels to be ha...
