[The roadblock barely reacts when bumped into. That woman was in the photograph, so he had been expecting to find the kids. But regardless, he turns slightly, looks down into Gash's face, and then slightly above it. Same kid.]
[he looks at the drone again, then back to Gash, deciding to crouch down to eye level while adopting L's sitting position. He lowers his voice as well, a conspiratorial tone.]
[As he is stared at, B stares back. ...What the hell? Normal kids his age don't make that kind of face.
...But L might have, when he solved the Winchester Mad Bombings, his first case, at age 8. And B might have, when he was studying to be L's successor. B doesn't underestimate kids, but still, he isn't yet ready to put this kid on his level.]
.... Will you?
Solving this kind of problem is an adult's job. I'm wondering where your confidence stems from.
[He decides to play along. He still kind of wants to keep an eye on this woman... he pokes the sunny-side egg so the yolk bleeds out, and after a moment of watching Gash, deems the food to be safe to eat.
His story, though... is starting to sound like a waste of time.]
I'm supposed to believe something like demons exist?
[Gash tosses him a confused look.] But they do exist. [A smaller, more hesitant bite. Come to think of it, even in Kiyomaro's world no one believed in demons. Not until someone saw it with his or her own two eyes.]
I know I don't look like it right now, but I'm a demon.
[the drone wife sets some coffee down in front of B and gives Gash a strange look, then goes to hover around him]
Honey, what game is that? I think I need to speak with your friends' parents... it just doesn't sound wholesome. You aren't a demon. You're my little angel!
[Then she kisses his forehead, although the warmth behind such a gesture... does not appear to be there.
B eats his pancake, watching this unfold. Hell, something about this woman makes him want to believe Gash just to be contrary. He won't do that, but maybe it's time they got rid of her.]
How about you leave that talk to me? You must be busy with housework.
[the drone lights up at the mention of housework.]
Oh, yes! I have to wash the bedsheets today.
Yes. Please go ahead.
[she hurries out of the kitchen as B takes a sip of coffee, thinking about what to say next on the matter of Gash being a demon, or perhaps, if he should drop that subject entirely.]
[He wriggles at the gesture, making a face many his age have before. This is all fairly uncomfortable since his "mother" is a drone of all things. Normally, he'd laugh or simply smile back.
Food.]
N-nu... [Ah-! Did he just bump into something solid? Not quite like a wall, but
a-? His eyes are squinted from exhaustion, and they refuse to focus in on the new obstacle.] What a strange roadblock.
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Up here.
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OU!? [His eyes are wide open now, and all traces of sleep are quickly wiped away.] T-the roadblock turned into a person!
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Seriously? It was within my human power to block you regardless.
[A hollow laugh comes from the kitchen.]
Oh, Gash. Stop teasing your father! He hasn't had his coffee yet.
[B shoots over an alarmed look. Father... to hear it out loud, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth!]
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[His voice scoots down several notches.] You're not my father, and she's not my mother.
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I know. That's a real problem, isn't it?
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[Determination flashes in his eyes as he stares at B.] ...I'll find a way to bring everyone back!
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...But L might have, when he solved the Winchester Mad Bombings, his first case, at age 8. And B might have, when he was studying to be L's successor. B doesn't underestimate kids, but still, he isn't yet ready to put this kid on his level.]
.... Will you?
Solving this kind of problem is an adult's job. I'm wondering where your confidence stems from.
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[At that precise moment, Gash's stomach rumbles loudly. Oh, yeah, food. He turns to look into the kitchen.] Nuuu.
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[look look mama's putting pancakes on the table. And eggs with bacon!]
Come on, you two... sit down and eat your breakfast.
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With a crisp "Come on!" Gash quickly makes his way to said table. He takes A MASSIVE bite of said food without much thought.
Ah. Oh, wait. He was still talking with B.]
Mrfhfffhh! [SWALLOW] Demons! I've fought demons before!
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His story, though... is starting to sound like a waste of time.]
I'm supposed to believe something like demons exist?
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I know I don't look like it right now, but I'm a demon.
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Honey, what game is that? I think I need to speak with your friends' parents... it just doesn't sound wholesome. You aren't a demon. You're my little angel!
[Then she kisses his forehead, although the warmth behind such a gesture... does not appear to be there.
B eats his pancake, watching this unfold. Hell, something about this woman makes him want to believe Gash just to be contrary. He won't do that, but maybe it's time they got rid of her.]
How about you leave that talk to me? You must be busy with housework.
[the drone lights up at the mention of housework.]
Oh, yes! I have to wash the bedsheets today.
Yes. Please go ahead.
[she hurries out of the kitchen as B takes a sip of coffee, thinking about what to say next on the matter of Gash being a demon, or perhaps, if he should drop that subject entirely.]
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Nothing feels right.]
...Are you really going to talk to them?
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[....though he assumes it wouldn't be difficult for him to find out who the parents of Gash's friends are, should the need arise.]
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