[VOXTO] Pawn's Grasp

ii : a friend from nowhere

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A/N : I'm so so sorry for the REALLY long author's notes, I promise they'll get shorter over time !

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Darling, the world sets a higher expectation than one can reach on their own.

Why don't you smile at the expectations you set for yourself for once~?

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Shoto shuddered when he heard a rich feline voice behind him. A familiar voice, both cunning and schemeful, yet filled to the brim with a generous bundle of bliss.

"My, my~! You've outdone yourself with this baking addiction, Sire~!" his voice dropped.

"Not bad, Mr. Slayer, not bad." It was clear the boy was being satirical.

Shoto grimaced at the familiar voice, though it wasn't from fear. Sly, but with bits and tatters of joy. The feline seemed to lurk around his house, disappearing and reappearing everywhere. A power perfect for heists, and minor shenanigans.

"Alban~!"

Shoto sneaked in a fake curtsy; pinching air near his sweatpants to emulate a skirt.
He then lost his composure and loosened his posture into an exhausted form.

"I'm beat; baked my shit into these tarts.." Shoto said as he let out a tired laugh, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

-(For those who didn't get the reference, Alban is Cheshire!)-

Shoto turned to face the cat-like boy. He was elegantly dressed for such a strong, free spirit. His velvety caramel locks framed his face neatly in an unintentional way; a charming aspect that Shoto and Ether agreed on in private. The boy had his head clasped in between his hands, swaying his head to the beat of the rhythm he hummed so cheerfully.