It's early early early in the morning. Even the kitchen staff isn't fully awake. But he's found him way down to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. The steam from the cup curls up in a wispy ghost and warms his face as much as the cup warms his hands. He made sure that Wolfram was warmly tucked in before he left. The child is sleeping
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"Alford Markina." He didn't really expect to see the human again. "Wandering around at all hours of night again, I see. Have you lost your way once more? Or does this look like a far better place to hide than a linen closet?"
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Crisis averted, he pushes his tea back over and takes a sip.
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Several spoonfuls of sugar are stirred into one of the tea cups as he ponders it. If there were no Mazoku, well, for one, he wouldn't exist. But how much else would be thrown off? Would his father have even been born? Or was his destiny too enwrapped with the fate of the Mazoku as well? Whatever the case, Alford had mentioned a double the last time he saw him, meaning that the Markina family at least was probably incredibly pure blood human.
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