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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 17, 2019 12:36:11 GMT -7
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This was a mistake, there was no other way to look at it. This was a complete and utter mistake, Julius should not have agreed to do the groceries today. Even if his parents were busy, he should have denied it, yet there was that social obligation. They had even given him the money and it wasn't as if Julius contributed much to the household. Whatever he earned from his job was always his own to keep. So, by all means, Julius should have been able to do at least this much. Unfortunately, because he was going on the last day of sales (why didn't his parents ask him sooner?) he had to deal with large groups of people gossiping or fighting over each other.[break][break]
In the back of his mind, he can hear a soft feminine ringing laughter. Great, that voice in his head was laughing at him. He was laughing at himself today and apparently in a feminine voice. Then again, what was there not to laugh at? Here he was, a twenty year old man, dressed in a black jacket (he really should invest in other colors with summer being here) lying down on a park bench as if he was going to die at any moment. Actually, it felt as if he might very well die here. Using his arms to block his vision (stupid sun), the male muttered, "shut up," to the ringing laughter. At the moment, a part of him didn't even care if people thought he was insane. He simply did not have the energy today.[break][break]
Come on, you're so close. You just need to take the train station and you can go back to your room.[break][break]
Julius groaned at the clearly amused voice in his head. If he had to have voices, why did it have to be this one? Train station meant more people and he wasn't sure if he can handle dealing with another large group of people. There were too many stimulations. He could walk home but he was already so tired. "This was a mistake," he stated before seeing something above him. Not bothering to look at who it is, "go...away...please..." he stretched out the last word in some poor attempt to appear civil.[break][break]
Going out was a mistake.
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 21, 2019 18:45:18 GMT -7
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 | let's dance for fear your grace should fall |
While misery was something that Jun adored in his own twisted way, there was nothing twisted in the amusement he took from Samael's misery. The demon-turned-crow – poor thing – was puffing indignantly on his shoulder and side-eyeing the flock of pigeons at Jun's feet with great disdain.
"C'mon, you big baby," Jun prodded in a wavering voice, knowing that if he started flat out laughing now, Samael would just fly away. "This is the last round, you can do it." He had expected an affront in response, not the quiet, near-muffled "shut up". Not to mention it sounded a little too soft to have come from right next to his ear...
The man took a quick look around. Over there. A crow in human form. Or, in Samael's case, a convenient distraction, the demon very much preferring the company of a stranger than more birdheads. This was made evident by the sudden lack of weight on Jun's shoulder as the crow made a beeline for his new savior.
Jun followed at a more sedate pace, arriving just in time to catch the last of the other man's mumbles. "Aw, you really mean that?" he asked, pouting. Samael did his part, landing on the bench to hop closer to Mr. Crow. The demon let out a hoarse caw, and Jun almost started laughing again. To see Samael reduced to this would never not be hilarious, but for now, he had more things to be amused about.
"That's too bad... It's not like you can just tell Death to go away, y'know?" Pretending to be the Grim Reaper was always the best running joke. And he even had a little crow companion to help him. | julius vesper | when the stranger isn't so different from the voice in your head :'D |
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 21, 2019 19:13:18 GMT -7
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A question...a male's voice and it certainly did not sound like it came from his head. It also was not like the male voice in his head...the fact that the voice today was female also led to that. Then again, it wasn't as if Julius had ever gotten himself checked or really read up on schizophrenia. It could very well be possible to have more than one voice in his head...oh god he hoped that was not the case.[break][break]
It's cute you think I would share[break][break]
Maybe if he ignored the guy, he'll go away. However, the sound of a sudden caw, made the gray eyed male flinch. His vision that had been covered by the black cloth of his sleeve now met with the sun. His vision had to adjust himself and for a moment, Julius found himself squinting his eyes before glaring at the crow. Honestly, he didn't hate birds. In fact, he was fond of animals in general but right now, he certainly hated loud noises. Actually, he always did, it was just worse today. [break][break]
Slowly, almost lethargically, dull gray eyes turned to look at the albino in front of him. "I doubt...death would...take...a form...of...a human..." Honestly, it was rather narcissistic of humanity to expect every sentient being to take their form. The probability of that was just so small that it might as well be non-existent, not that Julius was a scientific person. He was, however, a skeptic. "But...if...you are...a death..I wouldn't mind...sleeping...longer...or...forever..." It was up in the air if that was supposed to be a joke, although there was the sound of ringing laughter in the back of his head. [break][break]
Gray eyes glanced at the bird that had not flown away yet. Strange. Wouldn't most birds fly away at sudden movements? Well, unless they were trained otherwise. "Do you...need....this...seat?' he asked noting that many benches seemed to be filled with two or three people. Julius had his own grocery bags which really was the perfect excuse to leave.[break][break]
Wait, no, this is interesting.[break][break]
"What?" Wait..did he say that outloud? Shit. "do...you...want?" Was that..a good save? Julius can only hope, he had never exactly been adept at conversations.
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 21, 2019 23:36:24 GMT -7
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| let's dance for fear your grace should fall |
Oho, a cynical one. But that sluggishness... As if watching a person move while lagging. A brief glance away, cogs turning, a mind already forming opinions and hypotheses. Then back, again to study this stranger more closely. Jun found his patience rewarded as the first of the words trickled out of Mr. Crow, slowly, painfully, with the effort it would take to pull teeth. He smirked, a quicksilver flash of too many teeth to be genuine.
This was no longer just a humorous situation. It was a little more interesting than that.
"Oh? If I am Death," he declared confidently, something flickering behind his eyes, "then who are you to say what form I can or cannot take?" The older man cocked his head as Samael, finding no suitable reaction, chose that moment to return to his shoulder. "But y'know, have you ever considered that this form was meant as a favor to you?"
Taking the man's question as an invitation, Jun circled round the bench to lean himself against the back, facing away from the stranger. His elbows could be seen propped at the top of it. Samael turned himself around to continue peering down at the man in black. In the time it took Jun to get settled, a second question had emerged into the air, lingering, heavy. What do you want? And the answer was monstrous, festering ever since that day a year ago.
"Well," he huffed out, a puff of breath to blow the bangs from his eyes. "Wouldn't that all depend on what you're willing to offer?" The moment incredulity won out over indulgence in this stranger, Jun would laugh, turn it into the joke it started as. But until then, this conversation might as well contain the weight of the sky. |
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 22, 2019 0:09:37 GMT -7
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Julius arched a brow, his head tilting to the side in order to get a better look at the man who seemed...to be smiling? Strange, did he say something funny? He did not believe he did, but that man seemed to find something amusing about it if those flash of teeth was any indicator. People were weird, Julius couldn't help but wonder if he would have grown up to be like them had he not lost his memories and found himself too far behind. Or perhaps..he still would have ended up the same way. Nature did play a role in personality, it wasn't all just nurture. And there were articles of shut-ins in Japan so it wasn't as if he was the only one.[break][break]
The crow flew onto the man's shoulder, ah so that was a pet after all. Again, Julius doubted it if only because of his skepticism. People can have pet birds...although he wasn't sure if crows can be domesticated or not. He would have to read up on that.[break][break]
But this is so much fun.[break][break]
The younger male sighed before pushing a few straw locks to the side even if they weren't anywhere near his eyes. He needed something to do to distract himself from how conflicting his conscious and subconscious was. "By..your logic...I shouldn't...assume...what form...you should...be able...to take." Another sigh, he really hated talking and long conversations. Even if this was hardly long (arguably it was the start of a conversation at best), Julius found himself tired. Just how do people talk for hours on end? "You shouldn't...assume...what I would...take...as a...favor." Because Julius wasn't a people-person. Not in the least, so 'Death' wasn't doing him a favor.[break][break]
You should tell him to be a fox. Fox of death sound fun.[break][break]
"Can you...be...a fox?' he asked for the voice in his head or rather himself. Might as well he supposed.[break][break]
Still...this conversation was hardly one he wanted to have. It wasn't so much because the stranger was horrible, Julius was just not fond of these sort of things. Yet, when he had thought about leaving, the voice acted up again wanting him to stay. Why? The voice had never truly wanted him to continue a conversation. Usually, it pestered him about something else like getting a certain treat or picking up certain investigations that 'seemed fun' as it would often put it. Either way, there was a small relief when the stranger had decided to circle the bench and faced the opposite direction. He wasn't one of those people that wanted Julius to pay attention to him.[break][break]
"To die?" he asked? Unfocused gray eyes blinked before looking up at the sky. "Is...my life...not enough?' he asked. Although ironically one can say Death has killed him before or at least had killed someone by the name of Vesper Julius once before. Did this current version of him want to die though? Not really. He wasn't some kind of death seeker nor did he hated his life. Yet at the same time, he couldn't say he felt very attached to it either, living every day until...well until he dies he suppose. Whenever that happens, however, it happens. [break][break]
"I have...groceries..." he offered up with a casual shrug. His hand dug in to take out a small loaf of bread. "To feed..your pet..."
this boy is so confused right now but he's still trying his best to go with it for you jun XD
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 22, 2019 1:20:11 GMT -7
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| let's dance for fear your grace should fall |
Sweat prickled against the back of Jun's shirt. Would it be better to just call it all off as a joke now? Or would it be okay to take it further, see just how far he could run with this, this... There was something black and ugly rearing its head inside him, and he wasn't sure whether to fear it or to relish it.
Jun laughed. "A favor is a favor whether you realize it yet or not," he chided lightly, humming as he stopped to consider this new, sudden request. A... fox? Why a fox? The first thing that came to his mind was... the office owner, a contractor of Inari. It couldn't be something like that, right? Or was it something else, something that he had heard... "Maybe I could," he replied at last, a soft breeze tugging at his yukata sleeves. "But where would the fun be if I just did what you asked?"
Another hum, another waiting game for all the words the man in black could. Jun tilted his face up to stare into the sky, eyes tracing invisible patterns in the clear blue. "I'm afraid your life is worthless to me as it is now," he murmured, loud enough to be heard, "because it isn't worth anything to you either." That was the impression he got from this young man, who would offer his life without even a moment's hesitation.
But still... A pet? Samael was giving the stranger as evil an eye a crow could possess. If Jun really thought about it, Samael was the real angel of death, not whatever farce this was that he was promoting. "No, it's okay," Jun smirked, another flash of too-white teeth. "It's not like he needs it anyway."
But what about this? "But maybe I should invest." It sounded a little silly, even to Jun. He couldn't believe this was still a serious conversation. "In your life, I mean." Maybe he could turn this man into a pawn. |
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 22, 2019 9:10:15 GMT -7
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That sounded...almost petulant...maybe. For once, the usual blank face was replaced with a small downturn of the lips. Gray eyes casting down rather than looking at the general direction of Julius's conversation partner. Instead, he was inspecting the design of the yukata which was another strange thing about the man. As far as he knew, there shouldn't be any holiday or festival today. Maybe he was some kind of actor? Someone that worked at the shrine? Maybe it was even those 'cosplay' things that Julius could never wrap his head around.[break][break]
I'm afraid your life is worthless to me as it is now.[break][break]
There was a small nod, that sounded about right. Julius had never done anything special nor did he have the intention to do so. He never thought about changing the world for the better, inspiring others, being an idol, living in fame and riches, joining the police force like his parents or even thinking about possibly getting a family of his own one day. If asked what Julius saw in his future, it would be the same as the present or blank. The future was going to be what it was. Julius saw no reason to ever look deeply into it, it was bothersome and annoying. He was content with what he had now as...whatever it was. Honestly, looking at how people act in forums, Julius would say it was the same as everyone else's, he just never saw any reason to complain or gloat about it. It was just...there.[break][break]
Because it isn't worth anything to you either.
Gray eyes widened but Julius was able to control himself enough to not turn around. It wasn't that he wanted to hide his reaction but..he wasn't sure what to do with it either. Even more was that he wasn't even sure about that observation. Was his life worth nothing to him? Again, he certainly didn't care about dying. If he was to randomly die right now, that was that. Yet, he didn't want to die because there was no point in it either. It wasn't something he ever really talked about, his parents usually busy or if not distant to him now. The younger male preferred it that way if only because it made it easier to be in that house, he couldn't stand the way they stare at him sometime. Yet, this wasn't exactly a conversation one would have with a random stranger...was it?[break][break]
No, this was a hypothetical question, this was not death walking around in the guise of a man wearing a yukata with a pet crow. Speaking of pet crow, Julius offered to give it some bread in exchange for his life. The bread had value in it, Julius had to travel from his house and deal with being in a large crowd due to sales and had paid for it with money that came from his work. Hmm...a shame people never believe in putting a monetary value on human life. It would make it easier to see whose life was worth more. Then again, what would Julius even do with that information?[break][break]
Then the older man suddenly offered an investment...in Julius's life. Investment...the two-toned haired man winced. His head...hurts, in a way that it felt almost like a migraine.[break][break]
I take it back, Lets go.
The voice sounded male now, with agitation and impatience mixed in. Yet...Julius found himself interested in this strange proposition. He hadn't felt this kind of confusion. Most of the time, confusion was caused due to not understanding social norms but looking at this man, it was arguable if he even knew what normal was. "Why?" he asked, "you said..it has...no value..." he reminded the contradiction. "So..an investment...is...foolish." Logically speaking.
and yet despite his confusion, boy will start a debate XD
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 22, 2019 23:19:35 GMT -7
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| let's dance for fear your grace should fall |
Jun very nearly scoffed. Nearly. Samael shifted on his shoulder to transfer the weight of his glare to his summoner instead, a silent demand to defend his honor. The demon went largely ignored, Jun's eyes narrowing as he spoke, beliefs he rarely put into words pouring out into the air.
"Man, have you ever heard of anything that did have value from the beginning?" he challenged, flippancy lacing his tone. But he was serious, uncharacteristically so. "Everything starts off as worthless. You, me, even the gods. Then someone or something invests in it. They pour in their emotions – their hopes and their trust and their faith and their care," he took a deep breath and thought of a church a sea away, thought of a little white cat with eyes that gleamed like gold. "And only then does it start to have value. Because it's only then that it starts to have meaning."
He took another breath. "For most people," he continued, suddenly wishing for a smoke, "for most people, this automatically occurs when they are young. Be it their friends, or their parents or teachers, someone will usually fill them with something. From there, they learn how to value themselves, and somewhere in the midst of all that, they also find the ability to invest in other things, like beliefs or other people.
"But sometimes you have nothing." Jun's voice dropped an octave, his eyes staring sightlessly into the earth before him. Because he was remembering, anger and contempt tasting like ash on his tongue. Dislodging Samael from his shoulder with a careless brush of the hand, the man brought the same hand to his face to hide the furrow in his brow. "When that happens, you can't invest value into yourself or anything else. You're just an empty vessel, waiting to die."
It was something Jun knew well, for he had been there once before. And then he had been filled to the brim with blackness. Thanks for nothing, Dad.
"Anyway!" Brightening himself up, the devil summoner dropped his hand from his face and turned, quirking down a wry smile to the man still on the bench. "Long story short, someone or multiple someones has to invest in you first before you can start to have value and, in turn, value yourself. Until you do the latter, Death – also-known-as me – is gonna be reaaaallly disappointed with what your soul has to offer. Capisce?" |
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 22, 2019 23:47:51 GMT -7
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Life, that was the first thing that occurred to Julius at the very beginning. From the stories he had read, life seemed to implicitly have a value albeit a non-monetary one. Priceless was the word many have used to describe the value of life, something so valuable that one could not place a number on it but because of that, there was always a sense of aloofness to it. By making it incomparable, one could never grasp the value and simply have to believe that it exist because there was nothing that has proven otherwise. In a sense, it was similar to the concept of luck.[break][break]
And yet the man that declared himself as death declared otherwise stating that nothing had value until people put effort into it. That it was through being valued by others, an individual can learn to value what was around them. Most people - according to this man - had this but there were some that didn't. The ones that lack the investment and therefore was an empty vessel waiting to die.[break][break]
But was it that way with Julius? His parents clearly invested in him or else he wouldn't be alive. They could easily kick him out seeing as he was over eighteen. Yet, they still kept him but he couldn't love them back. The idea of calling them mom and dad still felt too foreign for him. He didn't hold the same familiarity they seemed to hold with him. The sudden chipper tone brought Julius out of his thoughts as he looked at the man in front of him.[break][break]
"Death...must have...a lot...of time...on...his hand..." It felt strange calling someone 'death' but it wasn't as if Julius had anything else to call him. "So...you plan...to invest...give my life value....and...then take it?" That honestly sounded rather tragic to Julius. To learn to value life only to lose it. That didn't sound like something one should seek, and yet some part of him was curious. He had never exactly lost anything close to him, nothing he could remember anyway. What kind of despair would that be? Would it make him feel more human? There were people who have faced and overcome despair. And besides, it wasn't as if this man was truly death. Unless he was a serial killer, Julius doubted he would die. "How do...you plan...to do that?" As far as Julius can tell, they didn't have any common group of friends (mainly because Julius didn't have any) so the chances of them ever seeing each other again was close to nil.[break][break]
Which made it quite a shame, honestly.
nooooooooooo i love it, it was really interesting to read DX. -holds the words close-
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 23, 2019 0:51:18 GMT -7
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"Or maybe Death is just a title for the job. How else do you think we're everywhere at once?" Jun shrugged. "But yep, you got it." Smart kid. Unfortunately, now he had another problem to think about... later. Now that he had his head out of his ass, he realized how stupid he was to kick Samael off his shoulder like that. Damn crow could hide for hours without being forcibly called, and Jun was going to get an earful afterwards.
"Well for starters," the man rubbed the back of his neck, "I thought I'd ask you if you needed to get your... groceries home...?" Given how long they had been here combined with who knew how long Mr. Crow had been out here by himself, who knew what had happened to any potential perishables in that bag...
The elder frowned down at the bench-ridden man. "Or y'know. Feed yourself before you try to feed my" – here he paused, lips twitching – "pet...?" He was so going to be in for an earful when he had Samael back again. |
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 23, 2019 9:17:31 GMT -7
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This man seemed to have an answer for everything, doesn't he? It was almost amusing in a sense, it made Julius almost wanted to go on and keep pushing him until he was lost on retorts. However, such a thing would require no doubt hours of conversation in one sitting and that sounded rather tiring. Julius would most likely have lost before the man's pile of comebacks dwindles. A predestined failure that wasn't worth the effort.[break][break]
Right..his groceries. Gray eyes casted down at it before he started picking up the bags. If the man was going to help, he could very well give the man some of the bags. Of course, there was a chance that the man could very well run away with it. Julius elected to hold the bags containing various vegetables and held out to the stranger. If that bag was gone, it wouldn't be much of a loss. Julius was sure his parents could just go out and buy, oh sure they would not have the sale but that wasn't that big of a price. The money Julius spent would be stolen through these vegetables but at the same time, he couldn't say he cared much for the loss. The fact that it had went into vegetables in the first place was already a loss for him anyway.[break][break]
Gray eyes narrowed at the pause the other man had. Was that hesitation? Slowly, Julius started to pick up the other bags and stood up. "Sun," he instructed before looking at the time. Busy hour should be gone now...hopefully the station would not be as...packed. With the bags of what mattered in his hands, the pale man started to head over to the train station. He did not exactly bothered to see if the other man was following him or not. Instead, he couldn't help but dwell over the fact that the voice in his head was gone.[break][break]
Was he angry at himself?
didn't give much so tell me if you want me to edit.
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 26, 2019 19:30:05 GMT -7
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you're fine, nw!
[attr="class","pwficon"] [attr="class","pwficonbg"] [attr="class","pwfbody"] Being the gentleman that he was, Jun took the bag of vegetables without complaint and dutifully trailed after their owner. To the Sun district, huh? Was his new "protégé" really just going to allow a stranger to follow him home? Still, assuming that this man did live in the Sun district, that made things a little easier – Jun's office was also located there. The further into the journey they went, the clearer it became that Mr. Crow's current destination was the train station.[break][break] The walk there was a quiet one. With the stranger seemingly lost in thought, Jun shut his mouth as well, his eyes once again seeking out the sky. As idiotically as he liked to act, he was no stranger to silence, though it didn't often keep him company before evening fell. Squinting out at the blue, the man reached up his free hand to shade his eyes, watching as the distance between himself and his guide grew larger.[break][break] Would he even notice if Jun decided to walk away?[break][break] The devil summoner watched a little longer, and then looked up again, his hands in his pockets. Silence and her lover Melancholy had found him early today. But maybe that was better. To the stranger in black, he might as well still be "Death", and Death was whimsical, always. Might as well add a little to the mystery, right? Or so Jun told himself. Today had been a chain of events that wasn't like "him", so what was one more to add to the pile...?[break][break] Shaking his head, Jun turned around and sauntered away, not looking back. Akarenga Street was calling his name now, and he always had the time for a drink in midday – it went well with the dumbo image he tried to put out. Then he would check back in to Kuzunoha. There was information to be found.[break][break] In the evening, the Vesper family would find a grocery bag of fresh vegetables outside their door. Taped to it would be a note:[break][break] XXX-XXXX-XXXX[break]
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mistakes [open] - Posted Jan 26, 2019 19:50:59 GMT -7
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The walk was quiet, something Julius preferred. It wasn't an awkward silence, the one where the other person clearly wanted to say something but was either too nervous or was unable to think of a topic. Those were usually the worst kind of silence because their nervousness got to the private investigator. However, this silence wasn't amiable either. It wasn't the same kind of silence he had with the voice in his head at times. The kind where he can feel the presence of the voice (most likely because it was him) but there was no need to talk. This usually happened whenever Julius was planning on how to approach a case or when he went to a photography museum. This kind of silence, however, was something in between. The kind where there was no nervous energy, but the man's presence was hardly comforting. It was simply not bothersome either, and it will do for now.[break][break]
Soon, Julius couldn't exactly name the moment the man's presence was gone, but he can tell when he had noticed it. When the male had turned his head, the man was gone with his bag of grocery. It had been a possibility he had considered, and not one he could say he cared much for. He had never been fond of vegetables and some man masquerading himself as death had merely done him a favor. It would save him time from having to separate the vegetables his mother would often mix in with the meat or soup.[break][break]
In the back of his mind, he can feel the presence of that voice as if it had started to wake up once again. The presence itself distracted him from..something. He wasn't exactly sure what it was but he supposed it didn't matter either. Julius did not bother to backtrack (it sounded like too much work for something that would benefit him to do otherwise) and instead had merely come home. His father had questioned why he took too long in his concerned voice while his mother had taken the bags. Naturally, she had commented on the lack of vegetables, before asking - jokingly...or so Julius assumed by her slightly pitched voice - if her son had purposefully forgotten that part of the list. Julius had merely excused himself into his room as he was unsure how to respond to the joke or the worry.[break][break]
Later that evening, his mother would call him downstairs after finding the bag of groceries with a note next to it. His mother had naturally asked him if he had made a new friend and he can feel his father's eyes on him as well. Julius had merely sighed, took the note and once again retreated back to his room. The name wasn't signed as 'Death' but he supposed such a name would have most likely worried his parents. There was a small sound of a growl, which was what prevented Julius from calling and asking how the man had found his home. Had the man been secretly stalking him after they separated? Could it even be called stalking if Julius had originally intended to lead him to his house? Did it matter...no...probably not. The young man had never cared much for the legality of things despite his parent's occupations. So instead, he had merely registered the number on his phone as 'Death' before going to his bed.[break][break]
The sun has yet to fall but Julius needed a nap. He was tired today from all this socialzation. It wasn't something he wanted to do again for quite a while.[break][break]
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