Pastel Blood - Yandere Harem x Reader

♤ Act 1.5 ♤

He is unimpressed.

Actually, this whole thing began to really annoys him. Because, really, when are they going to learn that he's just not going to befriend other humans of his own age? They were idiotic, undeveloped, and pathetically fragile; not to mention those occasional buffons who would run around with snots and drools all over their faces.

If it weren't for his parent's watchful eyes... well, it wouldn't be pretty, that for sure.

And then there's this: his apparent new adopted younger sibling.

Was the dead, cold corpse of the previous one does not screamed of his anger enough? Does he needs to stabs this one as well for his parent to stop picking up strays and bringing them back home just to stimulate a social interaction for him? Because this is beginning to grew dull and Giancarlo is tired to gets his hands dirty. Again.

"Hello."

Carlo looked down at the child in distasteful, sneering loudly to scare them away before he hurts.

But either the child is dumber than he thought they were or is stupidly brave, because they actually have the gall to approached him closer instead of scurrying away in fear.

"Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

Carlo merely stared at them, too baffled by this child's action to properly answered them without sputtering out like an idiot that he is not. Instead, he continues to stare, asseing their appearance and body language more throughly.

Surprisingly, his parent hasn't immediately pampered them out by dressing them up in fancy clothes and flood of accessories; the child is still dressed in a ragged and old clothes that is disgustingly plain and obviously origin from wherever they came from.

Their hair had overgrown, lacking proper care and reaches below their waist.

All in all, his new sibling looks as miserable as the homeless man who roamed the streets of their neighborhood. Maybe even worse.

However, Carlo would be lying if he says that he didn't finds them... interesting, one could say.

It was quiet obvious that the child is terrified. Their hands are noticably twitching once in awhile and their eyes met his nose instead of directly into his own pair. Then they would sometimes take a swallow, their throat bobbing there and then in thick nervousness.

And yet, what intrigued him the most is the fact that they forced themselves to approached him regardless to the fact they are sweating bullets right now. He honestly never met this kind of six-years olds who would act this way before. It was a unique and rare event that isn't entirely unwelcome for Carlo.

...maybe... maybe he'll let this one standing around just for a few days.

However, when the child is proven to be yet just another worthless pest, well...

"Call me Carlo." He said with a toothed grin.