umbralant | GRAVEYARD

Graveyard

Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.

Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.

While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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[ He hums in agreement, shuffling the thought off to the side for later. ]

Cheese usually fixes my hair if it got too messy during the day, and in return I help her with her dresses. I can show you how to braid better if you want!

Sure. Are you going to braid my hair?

If you'll let me~ [ He tilts his head, appraising grandpa's locks. Might be a bit difficult but he's up for the challenge! ]

Work your magic~ [ He poises himself still, letting Pizza do as he like. ]

Right now? Okay! [ This is the happiest he's sounded since worm city happened. After getting into position he picks out the longest locks he can find and begins pleating. ]

Hmm this isn't going to stay long without a tie. But we can use a ribbon, I think. What's your favorite color?

I don't really have a favorite. Anything you think is nice is good. I usually wear black, of course. [ He smiles fondly and keeps still. ]

Black makes you look handsome, but I like bright colors because they're more fun ★. [ It's been a while since that star was audible, Hyoubu really is good at this. He'll pause one more to find a stray black piece of ribbon (he was digging earlier and he may have customized his current outfit a bit), and finishes the braid neatly. ]

There!

Bright colors are perfect for you~

I suppose something to match my eyes would also have done but black is quite good on me, ne? [ He'll look up and look from side to side. ] Does it suit me~?

[ He laughs, just a little. ] Yeah! Usually that much black is dreary, but I think because of your hair it works pretty well.

[ He chuckles softly. ] My hair used to be black too, when I was young~

...so your hair got older but not anything else?

Hahaha, kind of~ [ He reaches out to pet pet him and not mention how his health isn't actually all that great. That sometimes, he's actually in great pain. Even Fujiko worries about him, and god knows what a pain in the ass she is. But that's not something he even admits to the people closest to him. ]

It's still hard to believe you're old, but Food Souls can live really long too. We don't age like humans, though. [ Given his better mood, this time he gently pokes Hyoubu's cheek back when he's pet. ]

You really don't look your age at all!

[ He smiles gently at the poke, happy to receive. ] Oh? So you always look like you do?

Thank you~ some of my, ah, people would also tell me I haven't aged in maturity either~

Yeah! Well we can age a bit, but it's really not that much. [ He smiles, satisfied with just the one poke and the response. ]

Ohh, like you're young at heart?

Pfft did you just shoot up like a flower then? How cute.

[ well usually as insults because his fam is like that.] More I've stopped maturing after a certain age ~

Ahahaha, well I looked like this when I was summoned! But shooting up like a flower wouldn't be so bad, daisies are my favorite~.

[ He tilts his head then laughs again. ]

If you kept maturing, I don't think you'd be as fun as you are now.

You'd be a very cute daisy. If there were any around, we could put some in your hair too.

[ He grins at that. ] Oh~ you wouldn't like me as a decrepit old man? Well, it's true, I like to do what I like~ without anyone telling me what to do~

I should go look in the garden! [ Oddly he did not do such a thing when he was alive, or at least carefully. Prancing through it isn't really searching. ]

I'd still like you, but it wouldn't be the same. Boston Lobster is pretty old, and he still does a lot of things...

I'll go with you~ [ He wants to watch Pizza being a happy Pizza. ]

I.. suppose lobsters get pretty old. [ Ah it's still weird to hear food being like people but that's... okay. ]

Now or later? [ He's polished off his pasta so he's all ready to keep being Pizza everywhere. ]

Oh, the creature does too right? What about... red wine? Does red wine last for a while too?

Whenever you like~ [ He's pleased to go whenever. ]

I think people keep wine to age for quite a awhile, so I guess that... makes sense too.

Let's go! [ And so they're off to the gardens because I need to have a clear inbox tomorrow for endgame spectatin~. ]

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