Juliet gave him a salute and went down the stairs, humming happily to herself. She went down the steps and into the kitchen to begin preparing food. She wondered where all this joy had even come from.
Qhuinn burped several times before he spit up. The little boy squealed now that he was fed, full, and burp-free.
Zackary set him down on the floor, folded the towel carefully and set it aside with Qhuinn’s bib. He plopped down in front of the child, his back to the window, which was blowing in a wonderful breeze.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked playfully, booping the smol’s nose.
Qhuinn moved to bite Zackary's finger. He coped and patted the ground, his blue eyes wife and alert. He squealed and grabbed Zackary's hand, trying again.
Zackary laughed and took his hand gently, booping his nose again. “Nope! Too slow!” He booped his nose once more.
Squealing with outrage, Qhuinn refused to give up, he took Zackary's hand again, trying his hardest. Yet, a smile bloomed on the little boy's cubby face, he loved games
“Aaahhhh nope!” He flicked his slim wrist away again. “Boop!” Once again, Qhuinn’s tiny nose was booped. Zackary felt so protective of the child already. It just had to do more with the contract, too. He felt like a new family member.
Qhuinn laughed falling on his back and kicking his stubby little legs. Juliet could here the laughter and fun and frowned. She was stuck down in the kitchen, making dinner. Yet, as she slid a prepped ham into a preheated oven, she remember who it was for and smile. Zackary and herself, along with Qhuinn. Would she dare say her new family?
Zackary stuck out his tongue and grabbed the little feet waving around. “Feets feets feets feeeeeets!” He laughed with the child, waving them around in circles.
(Understandable. Same.)
Avilasa jumped when the contraption beeped, indicating it was done. She stood up and grabbed a jar. Squeezing a handle, she let a syrup drip from a nozzle, a amber/green color. She then poured it into the mug with cream substance. She stirred, then took a tiny taste. She nodded in satisfaction. "Sweet and creamy. Perfect."
Sariel's now pupil-less and colorless eyes were still looking off into the space in front of her. Every now and then, they would flicker around as she looked into the street outside. Over the hundreds of years that she had existed, the ability to see the current events of places that she had been before was something she learned to use in her human form. Slowly, the color faded back into her eyes as she glanced at the cup Avilasa had. "What is that?" Sariel asked, looking at the nozzle that had dispensed the oddly colored substance.
Marrin let the male walk off, Cam pulled on her sleeve. "Marrin." Cam hissed in a quiet voice. "His brother is in a mental hospital or something." Once Marrin heard this, her head snapped up and she gave a wicked grin. "This is the perfect opportunity for a deal!" She whispered to herself, she then turned to Cam. "We need to follow him."
Erik kept walking, not looking back and taking a deep breath. I should be getting home anyways… He checked his phone, texting his dad:
Might be a little bit late, got distracted
Erik didn’t want his father nor mother worrying about him, especially with everything going on, so he picked up his pace anyways.
Avilasa glanced up. "It's a sleeping poison. I'm making it for a customer of mine. She specifically said. "Sweet and creamy. Something that could be inserted into a pastry without suspicion." I have a suspicion she's something of a Yandere. Pretty crazy huh?" She took another taste to be sure the potion would be satisfactory.
Erik kept walking, not looking back and taking a deep breath. I should be getting home anyways… He checked his phone, texting his dad:
Might be a little bit late, got distracted
Erik didn’t want his father nor mother worrying about him, especially with everything going on, so he picked up his pace anyways.
Cam clapped her hands happily till Marrin politely told her to "Shut up Cam, this is a good chance to get a deal!" Marrin pulled Cam into an alleyway in case the man looked back, she peeked her head around the corner.
Qhuinn laughed and screamed with delight, kicking his feet with Zackary's grasp. Juliet smiled as she went up the steps. She peeked into the room, but she didn't have the heart to interfere though. So she watched.
“Feets feets feets feets!” Zackary cooed again, moving his hands with Qhuinn’s kicking feet. “Cute little feets!” He laughed happily with the child. It synchronized together quite well.
Juliet's heart practically melted as she watched the two. They were so adorable with eachother. And Juliet had to admit, Zackary had proven himself to be more than what he'd first appeared to be.
Zackary smiled a little wider and helped Qhuinn to a sitting position again. He booped his nose with a long, bone-like finger.
“You are just the cutest. So cute!”
(Are you sure this guy's a demon?)
(I’m sure.
Kinda proved he was.)
(Who said a demon can't be a cutie? Who said they can't enjoy things like children and families? And he did kill a man…)
Sariel's eyes floated down to the jar and she nodded, knowing the meaning of the word yandere. "I've met a few people like that over the time that I've been here." She mumbled, snapping back to her previously aware self.
Hmph, I could get use to him being around. He'll babysit while i'm at work and Qhuinn will be safe. Forever she thought with a satisfied sigh. She no longer had to worry, no longer had to keep glancing over her shoulder, no longer had to carry switchblades on her. She could finally live and be free to live.
Cam clapped her hands happily till Marrin politely told her to "Shut up Cam, this is a good chance to get a deal!" Marrin pulled Cam into an alleyway in case the man looked back, she peeked her head around the corner.
Erik continued his walk home, trying to relax. He brought up a smile, rolling his shoulders as he walked by one of the nerighbors. (Oof, sorry that’s so short, gtg)
Zackary grinned up at Juliet. “Hey Julie. Qhuinn seems to like me a lot.” He booped the smol’s nose happily, beaming wider than what he has before.
"I see that." Juliet replied, with that same smile. She loved to see Qhuinn laugh and smile the way he was now. "You're gonna tire him out with all this playing. And he's probably gonna throw up again." She stated. She moved to sit on her bed. "But you can handle it."
Zackary gave the child a worried look and set his hands into his lap. “Then I’ll stop. I cannot handle puke.” Zackary has had one too many incidents where puke stained his favorite flannels. Or just on him. In his face. In his hair.