Old Man~
It was Lavi but he was older, maybe around eleven. He was no longer the boy from the playground, his eyes no longer showed that spark of innocence. That happiness was gone replaced with a boy who held a cold stare. A man who couldn't be identified because of the mask he wore. Gestured Lavi to follow him. He did so without questioning who the man was. They walked down the hallway. They weren't the only ones. A boy who wore his black hair short had his hand held by an older man. Lavi knew he was a contractor judging by the missing pupils, but the boy who he later found out is Yuu Kanda wore a scowl yet if someone peered closer his eyes held sadness. Before he could comment on it he was roughly pulled inside a room.
There was a table, and sitting around it were people. He could tell they were of higher power. Judging by how they presented themselves. His eyes fell upon an old man that sat next to him. His hair looked funny, and it seemed to make up most of his height considering how short he is. He looked at the man with the funny beard that began to speak.
"You're name is Lavi, correct?" He didn't wait for Lavi to answer. " I am Malcom C. Leverier and these are your superiors.”
Lavi no longer looked at him, but instead his attention fell on the old man that had his hair shaped as a question mark. Leverier cleared his throat to get Lavi's attention, but the boy didn't even spare him a glance.
“Since you are still young you will be place---” Leverier was cut of by someone grunting. The sight might have been funny, but no one dared laugh. Lavi held the old man's hair refusing to let go. Lavi finally looked at Leverier.
“I want this old man to be my caretaker.”
There was a table, and sitting around it were people. He could tell they were of higher power. Judging by how they presented themselves. His eyes fell upon an old man that sat next to him. His hair looked funny, and it seemed to make up most of his height considering how short he is. He looked at the man with the funny beard that began to speak.
"You're name is Lavi, correct?" He didn't wait for Lavi to answer. " I am Malcom C. Leverier and these are your superiors.”
Lavi no longer looked at him, but instead his attention fell on the old man that had his hair shaped as a question mark. Leverier cleared his throat to get Lavi's attention, but the boy didn't even spare him a glance.
“Since you are still young you will be place---” Leverier was cut of by someone grunting. The sight might have been funny, but no one dared laugh. Lavi held the old man's hair refusing to let go. Lavi finally looked at Leverier.
“I want this old man to be my caretaker.”