Elizabeth Ashreel
|~*|Even Sugar can be Mistaken For Salt|*~|
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are they in an antique shop or a furniture store rn?
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Lance smiled slightly, it seemed Asaya had grown an affinity for his tail. He patted Asaya's head gently, and wouldn't process what Asaya had said until much later. "I don't need it, but thank you for the thought. I appreciate it, friend." He was definitely sure he'd never put it on, but he'd hold onto it for now. He couldn't bring himself to break it in front of Asaya, he had hurt the little one enough. He grabbed a thumbtack, and hung it on the wall, looking at it with a bittersweet smile. He shut the door behind Asaya, deciding that a nap was in order. He couldn't eat, and his body was still sore from yesterday. Music would just upset him at this point, reminding him how much he missed Akira. He left his unfinished portrait he had done of him on his end table, unable to work on that too as he laid down to take his nap.
Miss Morgan was in shock. She couldn't take her Lancelot away, she simply wouldn't allow it! But what if Lance had wanted to go? She remembered all the times he had come home crying, wondering why he couldn't look like the other kids, wondering why they were all scared of him. She remembered his anger at them picking on him, and those that ran from him even after he had saved them from being picked on too. Would he better off, among those people? They were his real family, after all. They could understand him in ways no one else could. Miss Morgan's heart was in her stomach as she spoke to the woman, the chipper in her voice gone. It was soft, and more motherly than usual. "I... I know where he is. I can't take you to him right now, but I have pictures, if you'd like to see." She pulled her phone out, and saw that the school was on lockdown. She needed to get back immediately, but she couldn't leave this poor woman to fend for herself. She swiped the notice away, and pulled up the pictures she had. The cakes he made at his birthdays with her, the times she'd caught him feeding the local strays when he wasn't supposed to, a rather cute one of him mid-inhalation of his food at dinner once, one of him with his trainer, Marcus. He was so happy in her pictures, it pained her to think he may have to leave. The tears slipped her eyes as she spoke in a broken voice. "I think he'll be rather surprised to see you. He's been well taken care of, I promise. Well, he has been since I got him. The people who took him... they weren't good for him, and I'm sorry they took him from you. But he's happy now, you're welcome to meet him tomorrow if you like. I'm... I'm supposed to be bringing him here tomorrow. We can meet at the food court, then Lance... Lance can decide for himself if he'd like to go with you." Cocota nodded in understanding, smiling. She was happy with the arrangement, as she wanted to get him what she had brought for him. She figured he would be fully grown by now, and was glad to see that he had grown into a strong warrior. She didn't care for his name being Anglicized, but she would address that with him tomorrow. His name was Yerentai, and she would be sure to make him know that upon her return. Miss Morgan returned to Mika, trying to smile but the pain in her eyes was still there. "Sorry about that, dearie. Did you find something you like?" She looked to the sweater Mika had picked. "Oh, wonderful, darling! Purple will suit you quite well!"
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Oof if they joke the name I'm the one who came up with it xDWhatever you say! The world will be forever changed by the greatness of SHAG! Hopefully no one British is here or they are going to be joking about that name the whole damn time... Elizabeth Ashreel