[★ dream oo3] [public]
“Young Master that’s…quite the card.”
“It is, isn’t it~?”
Oz happily swung his legs over the edge of the couch, staring contently down at the makeshift card in his hands. A few pieces of coloured paper stuck to his fingers and cheek-the result of excess glue. The young blonde Bezarius heir looked up to the head maid with a playful grin, thumb tracing over the edge of his homemade gift.
“Maybe you should go give it to him before he leaves on his trip and wish him a happy birthday,” Mrs. Kate suggested with an absent lacing of her fingers. Her eyes drifted away from the pre-teen to peer over the rim of her glasses, to the bright world outside. Oh how it contradicted the inner-workings of the Bezarius estate.
“Okay!~” Oz hummed and hopped off the couch with a grin. “If you see Gil, can you tell him where I went? I don’t want him thinking I abandoned him,” he teased, looking to the older lady with a radiant look before disappearing into the hallways.
“….Of course, Young Master…”
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“It would seem that-”
“Dad!”
Duke Bezarius paused mid-step, having been nearly out of the entranceway of the estate and to the warm outside. He glanced over his shoulder, gaze, for the most part, concealed by the old, worn-out hat. “….Yes?”
Oz hurried to his father’s side, hands hidden behind his back. His bright green eyes shimmered, reflecting the midday sun. Perfect replicas of his father’s. “Happy birthday, Dad~” the boy cooed adoringly and brought his arms to the front, revealing the small card.
The man fell silent, hard gaze resting on the paper. “….What is this?” he deadpanned.
“Something I made for you-Mrs. Kate helped me.”
A nearby maid scurried away, whispering hushed words under her breath to a friend.
“Don’t you like it, Dad?” A grin.
“…I don’t have time for this,” the man scoffed and abruptly turned his back, looking to the man beside him. “Come, Rufus, we have matters to attend-”
“…I know you’re busy but won’t you at least take it with you?” His grin did not fall, but it did falter.
A low growl grew in the man’s voice before he spun around on his heel and ripped the card from his son’s grasp. Their gazes met for a split second-Oz’s filled with surprise and Duke Bezarius’ drenched with dark inner workings. After that moment, the man turned his back on his son, proceeding to crumple the card tightly in his fist and then toss it to the right as he exited the estate, returning to his conversation with the bright-haired man beside him.
Oz said nothing, watching the small paper ball bouncing off into the estate gardens. He lowered his gaze and let out a small, weak laugh. “I guess…he didn’t like it. Maybe I should have picked a different colour…"
…Why was he always making mistakes?
As the Dreamberry's video turns on, Oz awakes with a small grumble, clutching a rather-familiar black hat closer to his small, curled up form. He blinks his eyes open with a gentle yawn, reaching for his Dreamberry, still quite unaware that the dream was recorded and made quite public. Instead, he fiddles with the buttons, deciding just to remain awake. Ah...isn't it Father's Day? Someone had told him about the holiday a week or so ago and...
"Happy Father's Day, everyone~" he hummed softly, his free hand still playing with the brim of the hat.