[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 7
Title: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 7
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 2,568
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Belated Halloween special! Happy Halloween! XD; This will span two parts. kiyutsuna went all out with the illustrations. Take a look. :D
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Part 7: All Hallows' Eve 1
Before I knew it, Roland had stayed in my tree for two weeks, yet Dad showed no sign of changing his mind and letting Roland stay inside. Roland himself was beyond frustrating, not even willing to sneak inside at all!
He would greet me each morning, see me off to school, and welcome me back. While it was nice to have someone see me off and welcome me home, I had to wonder if Roland felt restricted by his current lifestyle. It was probably a whole lot less interesting than his time at the cemetery.
What if he decided he'd rather go back?
At night, I always had the hardest time sleeping. Even hugging my pillow to myself didn't help. Despite my body knowing I should sleep, I just couldn't. I would be wide awake night after night, tossing and turning.
Eventually, I would give up on sleep altogether and stare up at the ceiling with my blurry eyesight. I really should glue something interesting there, but without my contacts, it would probably be meaningless. I could imagine it without even trying. Glow-in-the-dark stars? More like glow-in-the-dark blobs.
It was always in the dark of night that I would speak up and ask Roland to come in. There was something about the night that made me bolder, that made ask again and again. Maybe it was because the world was a blur as I walked the boundary between dreams and reality, led by reveries, unrestricted by my usual reserves. Maybe it was because he was so close yet so far, just beyond the window yet out of sight.
Maybe it was because I just wanted to hear his voice, to close the distance between us.
He was frustratingly stubborn and turned me down each and every time. While I wished he would cave and come into the house already, there was a part of me that wanted to smile at his answer. I'd bury my face in my pillow to fight off the smile, and when I didn't succeed, I'd smother my face even more to try to hide the smile instead.
These days, I really didn't understand myself. It just didn't make sense.
I'd only met Roland for the first time that night in the cemetery.
But why... why do I feel like I'd known him my entire life?
Why am I so fond of his stubborn ways?
Of how he would look confusedly at me, thwarted by t-shirts when fancier clothes don't faze him at all?
Of how he still thought I'd actually meant it when I said he was a pet?
His every action, his entire being, ached of familiarity. I know him. I don't know how, but... I... I do.
His answer never changed -- I will be right outside, he would say -- and each night I would bury my face in my pillow, heart pounding furiously.
There must be something wrong with me for my heart to burst in such fondness at receiving rejection after rejection. But I couldn't help it.
Roland. He was just so, so Roland.
It meant that unless I could convince my dad or think of some other special reason for Roland to come into the house, Roland wouldn't do it. He was stubborn to a fault, and I...
I...
I have to do something to change the situation!
An opportunity dropped in my laps when Chika mentioned wanting to invite some friends over on All Hallows' Eve. Dad had always loved this particular holiday because he got to dress both Chika and me up in all sorts of costumes. With Chika's friends over, there was no reason why Roland couldn't come in and join us! It wasn't like we'd be alone! Even Dad couldn't be heartless enough to force Roland to stay outside when we were all having fun.
Dad, as I had expected, was so into dressing us up that he even relented on the matter of Roland coming inside, as long as Roland dressed up too, wearing something of Dad's choosing. I was super elated at the temporary victory until I actually saw what Dad had chosen.
I wasn't surprised that Dad had given me a dress. What was a bit more surprising was that it only came down to the thighs and didn't cover the collarbones either. Moreover, it came with a collar and a bell, as well as fuzzy cat ears and paws. Usually, Dad would never permit me to wear something so revealing! For Chika, he had laid out a charming vampire's outfit complete with a dashing cape, cravat, dress shirt, and dress pants. As always, he had things completely backwards.
Lucky Chika. She could even get away with wearing sweatpants under her school uniform skirt. Dad had long given up on getting her to wear her school uniform the proper way. He'd also given up on getting her into dresses. With how much she liked to kick down doors, dresses really weren't practical. She had never been overly fond of them either. If it weren't because a skirt was part of the girls' school uniform, Chika would likely never be seen wearing anything of the like.
So, imagine our surprise when, instead of taking the vampire outfit, Chika actually snatched the dress Dad had prepared for me before I could even respond.
"What?" Chika had said and put the paws on. "I want to be a cat!"
Dad had been so moved that Chika had taken the dress that he didn't even pester me when I'd taken the vampire outfit, escaping the fate of having to wear a dress.
But even Chika's acquiescence to wearing a dress wasn't as surprising as seeing the outfits Dad had chosen for Roland!
Roland looked handsome in a lot of clothes. I'd gotten first hand experience of that when I'd raided through my parents' closet and had Roland try on all sorts of clothes. He even looked passable in the simple dress of my mom's that I had jokingly had him try on.
But this...
This was completely overdoing it!
Dad had given me several outfits for Roland to choose from, but it was basically like giving him no choice at all. I took another look at the outfits laid out on my bed and fell in deep despair.
There was no way Roland would agree to wear any of these, would he?
I was still worrying over whether Roland would agree or not when night time rolled around. I waited for Chika to arrive with her friends. She had gone out to meet them since they weren't very familiar with the area. Grisel had said he would come too. Georgia had declined my invitation, stating that she had already been invited elsewhere.
"Sorry, Theo!" she had said, not sounding the least bit sorry. "I have no interest in men who are already taken."
What in the world did that mean?!
As I pondered over Georgia's words from earlier in the day, the doorbell rang. Was it already time for trick-or-treaters to be ringing our doorbell? I hurriedly placed the last dab of spirit gum on my skin to glue the pointy latex ears in place.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out while holding my ears and peering at myself in the mirror. Legend claimed that vampires couldn't see their own reflection. Thankfully, I wasn't an actual vampire, or else I wouldn't be able to check my teeth right now. I wiggled the fangs with my tongue.
"Still changing!" They answered.
When I heard their answer, I peeked out of the bathroom. My bedroom door was closed, so he wasn't ready either.
Without any other choice, I hastily threw on my cape and rushed down the stairs to answer the door.
"Trick-or-treat!" came multiple shouts the moment I opened the door. A kid who had been about to turn away quickly trotted back, joining her friends. Then, two boys and two girls each held up a bag or a basket, and they all had beaming smiles on their faces. They were possibly only around seven or eight years old. I knelt down to give them each a handful of candy.
"Thank you, Mr. Vampire!" one of the girls said. She had blond hair, wore a white uniform embroidered with gold, and carried a fake sword by her waist.
It was too bad her eyes weren't blue.
My hand froze in the middle of passing out the candy. Why did it matter if her eyes were blue or not?
"What are you dressed as?" I asked curiously, trying to shake myself out of my sudden confusion.
"The Sun Knight!" she answered with a wide smile.
The Sun Knight? The Sun Knight...
Something about my expression must have made her feel she needed to elaborate, so she said, "You know, from the Legend of Light!"
The Legend of Light?
Oh, no wonder she looked so familiar! The Legend of Light was one of the most popular franchises at the moment, a spiraling series that spanned from books to animation to video games and the like. I didn't know the series very well, but I'd heard my classmates talk about it before. Who knew that even young kids liked the series?
I glanced at her friends. Her brown-haired friend wore armor, but what stood out about his costume was the large shield he held that was nearly the same height as him. Another friend wore a red wig and had a large, fake sword strapped to his back. The last friend, the other girl, had on a long, blue wig. Unlike the others, she didn't seem to have any props with her.
She looked shyly up at me, holding up her bag. The bag nearly dwarfed her. For some reason, I had the urge to give her a lot of candy, so I deposited two large handfuls into her bag, including many of my favorite candies.
"No fair!" the blond girl immediately exclaimed, reminding me of a certain blond I knew. The girl and the two boys turned large, hopeful eyes up at me. Helpless, I gave them each another handful of candy.
When they left, I touched my own hair. Blue hair... huh...
As I wandered back upstairs, I was just in time to see Dad and Mom, who had finished changing into their matching outfits of wizard and witch, enter my room.
"What-" I was about to say.
Mom poked her back head out. "Don't worry, Theo, I'll keep an eye on your dad. He's just going to help Roland with the costume. Why don't you pass out candy while we do that?"
Although that didn't reassure me much at all, the doorbell rang again, so I had no choice but to head back downstairs.
"Trick-or-treat!" a blue-eyed, golden haired teenager shouted cheekily. He was chained to a black-haired, female officer.
"Oh, it's you," I said and placed the bowl of candy back on the counter.
"What, no treats for me?" he said and walked in.
"Please don't fight with the kids over their candy. We still need the candy to pass out. So, what trouble have you gotten into to get yourself captured, Grisel?"
It was funny, actually, to see the outfits they had chosen. Whenever Grisel went overboard with skipping out on student council work, his childhood friend, who was not only the captain of the tennis club but also the president of the disciplinary club, would always be the one to drag him back. Dressing up as a prisoner and a cop really suited them!
I was just surprised that our disciplinary club president Lesia had actually agreed to wearing a mini skirt. Seeing her wear a skirt outside of her school and tennis uniforms was nearly as rare as seeing Chika wear one.
"The deal was, she wears a mini skirt. I get captured and have to do her a favor." Grisel shrugged and grinned. "Totally worth it."
Maybe this was what Georgia meant when she said she had no interest in men who were already taken. We all knew that Grisel and Lesia had eyes for no one but each other. All that was left was the confession. We even had a bet going on about when the confession would happen and who would confess first!
Lesia tilted her officer's cap at me. It bore a crescent moon, much like the designs on all of our police uniforms. She then raised her other hand to show me how their hands were chained together. "Father even provided us handcuffs."
"Real handcuffs?" I asked, eyes widening.
"Of course!" Grisel said. "It makes the costumes look much more authentic."
I gave them an judgmental look.
Not soon after, Chika returned. None of us heard the doorbell. It wasn't because she had used her key, but because she had kicked the door open yet again.
I raised my head and saw two... cats? hurriedly come to stand in front of her to block us from seeing her panties. Of all the friends Chika would be bringing, I didn't think they'd be the two quietest students among our grade.
One of them was Ashlan, president of the home economics club and captain of the ice hockey club. He wore a cat onesie. Just like Chika, he had whiskers drawn on his face.
The other was Demyan, president of the library club and captain of the baseball club. He was dressed as a ghost but somehow also had cat ears and whiskers. Did that make him a... ghost cat?
Lately, I'd heard Chika talking about them from time-to-time, like how they were in the same class this year, but I didn't know they were close enough to wear matching outfits on All Hallows' Eve.
Chika lowered her foot and pushed both boys aside. Then, she grabbed their hands to drag them in.
The moment Grisel saw Ashlan, he exclaimed, "Blueberry pie!" He moved forward but Lesia tugged on the chains to stop him.
"Behave," Lesia said sternly. "You've caused enough trouble for the home economics club."
Grisel pouted but stayed put. Ashlan, however, had come prepared. He gave each of us a bag of sweets, which made Grisel's eyes light up. I was fairly sure Ashlan had made the sweets himself.
As we chatted and waited, I grabbed my camera to snap pics. Chika swung her arms around Demyan and Ashlan. Her smile was wide and infectious. Even the reserved Demyan and Ashlan had small smiles on their faces. My twin sister was truly one of a kind, always making friends so easily.
Then, I took a photo of Grisel and Lesia, who stood back to back and held up their chained hands, looking pleased that they had caught the other. Grisel's hair was particularly wavy tonight. He must have decided not to straighten it, since which prisoner would have the leisure to straighten their hair? It made him look a lot more like his mom, which wasn't a bad thing, but he'd never liked looking like his mom.
After I took the photos, I heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. We all turned toward the stairs. Dad had a smug look on his face while Mom was smiling exasperatedly.
Wizard and witch stepped to the side.
It was then that I saw why Dad was looking so happy with himself.
Roland walked forward. Like I'd told him, his death monarch form was perfect for this particular holiday. No one would bat an eye at seeing him in that form tonight. In fact, people would probably even praise him for having such awesome make-up!
So, like I had suggested, Roland was in his death monarch form.
I just never thought...
... that he would wear the maid dress Dad had picked out and let Dad tie his hair up in pigtails while staying in that form!
This was definitely going on camera!
"Look over there, Roland!"
He looked in the direction I pointed, confused.
Dad very happily helped us take the photo.
to be continued
I want to take all of them home. Especially Lesia. XD;;
Anyway, this chapter really got away from me, so now there will be a second half from Roland's POV. Help.
Next part
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 2,568
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Belated Halloween special! Happy Halloween! XD; This will span two parts. kiyutsuna went all out with the illustrations. Take a look. :D
Previous part
Part 7: All Hallows' Eve 1
Before I knew it, Roland had stayed in my tree for two weeks, yet Dad showed no sign of changing his mind and letting Roland stay inside. Roland himself was beyond frustrating, not even willing to sneak inside at all!
He would greet me each morning, see me off to school, and welcome me back. While it was nice to have someone see me off and welcome me home, I had to wonder if Roland felt restricted by his current lifestyle. It was probably a whole lot less interesting than his time at the cemetery.
What if he decided he'd rather go back?
At night, I always had the hardest time sleeping. Even hugging my pillow to myself didn't help. Despite my body knowing I should sleep, I just couldn't. I would be wide awake night after night, tossing and turning.
Eventually, I would give up on sleep altogether and stare up at the ceiling with my blurry eyesight. I really should glue something interesting there, but without my contacts, it would probably be meaningless. I could imagine it without even trying. Glow-in-the-dark stars? More like glow-in-the-dark blobs.
It was always in the dark of night that I would speak up and ask Roland to come in. There was something about the night that made me bolder, that made ask again and again. Maybe it was because the world was a blur as I walked the boundary between dreams and reality, led by reveries, unrestricted by my usual reserves. Maybe it was because he was so close yet so far, just beyond the window yet out of sight.
Maybe it was because I just wanted to hear his voice, to close the distance between us.
He was frustratingly stubborn and turned me down each and every time. While I wished he would cave and come into the house already, there was a part of me that wanted to smile at his answer. I'd bury my face in my pillow to fight off the smile, and when I didn't succeed, I'd smother my face even more to try to hide the smile instead.
These days, I really didn't understand myself. It just didn't make sense.
I'd only met Roland for the first time that night in the cemetery.
But why... why do I feel like I'd known him my entire life?
Why am I so fond of his stubborn ways?
Of how he would look confusedly at me, thwarted by t-shirts when fancier clothes don't faze him at all?
Of how he still thought I'd actually meant it when I said he was a pet?
His every action, his entire being, ached of familiarity. I know him. I don't know how, but... I... I do.
His answer never changed -- I will be right outside, he would say -- and each night I would bury my face in my pillow, heart pounding furiously.
There must be something wrong with me for my heart to burst in such fondness at receiving rejection after rejection. But I couldn't help it.
Roland. He was just so, so Roland.
It meant that unless I could convince my dad or think of some other special reason for Roland to come into the house, Roland wouldn't do it. He was stubborn to a fault, and I...
I...
I have to do something to change the situation!
An opportunity dropped in my laps when Chika mentioned wanting to invite some friends over on All Hallows' Eve. Dad had always loved this particular holiday because he got to dress both Chika and me up in all sorts of costumes. With Chika's friends over, there was no reason why Roland couldn't come in and join us! It wasn't like we'd be alone! Even Dad couldn't be heartless enough to force Roland to stay outside when we were all having fun.
Dad, as I had expected, was so into dressing us up that he even relented on the matter of Roland coming inside, as long as Roland dressed up too, wearing something of Dad's choosing. I was super elated at the temporary victory until I actually saw what Dad had chosen.
I wasn't surprised that Dad had given me a dress. What was a bit more surprising was that it only came down to the thighs and didn't cover the collarbones either. Moreover, it came with a collar and a bell, as well as fuzzy cat ears and paws. Usually, Dad would never permit me to wear something so revealing! For Chika, he had laid out a charming vampire's outfit complete with a dashing cape, cravat, dress shirt, and dress pants. As always, he had things completely backwards.
Lucky Chika. She could even get away with wearing sweatpants under her school uniform skirt. Dad had long given up on getting her to wear her school uniform the proper way. He'd also given up on getting her into dresses. With how much she liked to kick down doors, dresses really weren't practical. She had never been overly fond of them either. If it weren't because a skirt was part of the girls' school uniform, Chika would likely never be seen wearing anything of the like.
So, imagine our surprise when, instead of taking the vampire outfit, Chika actually snatched the dress Dad had prepared for me before I could even respond.
"What?" Chika had said and put the paws on. "I want to be a cat!"
Dad had been so moved that Chika had taken the dress that he didn't even pester me when I'd taken the vampire outfit, escaping the fate of having to wear a dress.
But even Chika's acquiescence to wearing a dress wasn't as surprising as seeing the outfits Dad had chosen for Roland!
Roland looked handsome in a lot of clothes. I'd gotten first hand experience of that when I'd raided through my parents' closet and had Roland try on all sorts of clothes. He even looked passable in the simple dress of my mom's that I had jokingly had him try on.
But this...
This was completely overdoing it!
Dad had given me several outfits for Roland to choose from, but it was basically like giving him no choice at all. I took another look at the outfits laid out on my bed and fell in deep despair.
There was no way Roland would agree to wear any of these, would he?
I was still worrying over whether Roland would agree or not when night time rolled around. I waited for Chika to arrive with her friends. She had gone out to meet them since they weren't very familiar with the area. Grisel had said he would come too. Georgia had declined my invitation, stating that she had already been invited elsewhere.
"Sorry, Theo!" she had said, not sounding the least bit sorry. "I have no interest in men who are already taken."
What in the world did that mean?!
As I pondered over Georgia's words from earlier in the day, the doorbell rang. Was it already time for trick-or-treaters to be ringing our doorbell? I hurriedly placed the last dab of spirit gum on my skin to glue the pointy latex ears in place.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out while holding my ears and peering at myself in the mirror. Legend claimed that vampires couldn't see their own reflection. Thankfully, I wasn't an actual vampire, or else I wouldn't be able to check my teeth right now. I wiggled the fangs with my tongue.
"Still changing!" They answered.
When I heard their answer, I peeked out of the bathroom. My bedroom door was closed, so he wasn't ready either.
Without any other choice, I hastily threw on my cape and rushed down the stairs to answer the door.
"Trick-or-treat!" came multiple shouts the moment I opened the door. A kid who had been about to turn away quickly trotted back, joining her friends. Then, two boys and two girls each held up a bag or a basket, and they all had beaming smiles on their faces. They were possibly only around seven or eight years old. I knelt down to give them each a handful of candy.
"Thank you, Mr. Vampire!" one of the girls said. She had blond hair, wore a white uniform embroidered with gold, and carried a fake sword by her waist.
It was too bad her eyes weren't blue.
My hand froze in the middle of passing out the candy. Why did it matter if her eyes were blue or not?
"What are you dressed as?" I asked curiously, trying to shake myself out of my sudden confusion.
"The Sun Knight!" she answered with a wide smile.
The Sun Knight? The Sun Knight...
Something about my expression must have made her feel she needed to elaborate, so she said, "You know, from the Legend of Light!"
The Legend of Light?
Oh, no wonder she looked so familiar! The Legend of Light was one of the most popular franchises at the moment, a spiraling series that spanned from books to animation to video games and the like. I didn't know the series very well, but I'd heard my classmates talk about it before. Who knew that even young kids liked the series?
I glanced at her friends. Her brown-haired friend wore armor, but what stood out about his costume was the large shield he held that was nearly the same height as him. Another friend wore a red wig and had a large, fake sword strapped to his back. The last friend, the other girl, had on a long, blue wig. Unlike the others, she didn't seem to have any props with her.
She looked shyly up at me, holding up her bag. The bag nearly dwarfed her. For some reason, I had the urge to give her a lot of candy, so I deposited two large handfuls into her bag, including many of my favorite candies.
"No fair!" the blond girl immediately exclaimed, reminding me of a certain blond I knew. The girl and the two boys turned large, hopeful eyes up at me. Helpless, I gave them each another handful of candy.
When they left, I touched my own hair. Blue hair... huh...
As I wandered back upstairs, I was just in time to see Dad and Mom, who had finished changing into their matching outfits of wizard and witch, enter my room.
"What-" I was about to say.
Mom poked her back head out. "Don't worry, Theo, I'll keep an eye on your dad. He's just going to help Roland with the costume. Why don't you pass out candy while we do that?"
Although that didn't reassure me much at all, the doorbell rang again, so I had no choice but to head back downstairs.
"Trick-or-treat!" a blue-eyed, golden haired teenager shouted cheekily. He was chained to a black-haired, female officer.
"Oh, it's you," I said and placed the bowl of candy back on the counter.
"What, no treats for me?" he said and walked in.
"Please don't fight with the kids over their candy. We still need the candy to pass out. So, what trouble have you gotten into to get yourself captured, Grisel?"
It was funny, actually, to see the outfits they had chosen. Whenever Grisel went overboard with skipping out on student council work, his childhood friend, who was not only the captain of the tennis club but also the president of the disciplinary club, would always be the one to drag him back. Dressing up as a prisoner and a cop really suited them!
I was just surprised that our disciplinary club president Lesia had actually agreed to wearing a mini skirt. Seeing her wear a skirt outside of her school and tennis uniforms was nearly as rare as seeing Chika wear one.
"The deal was, she wears a mini skirt. I get captured and have to do her a favor." Grisel shrugged and grinned. "Totally worth it."
Maybe this was what Georgia meant when she said she had no interest in men who were already taken. We all knew that Grisel and Lesia had eyes for no one but each other. All that was left was the confession. We even had a bet going on about when the confession would happen and who would confess first!
Lesia tilted her officer's cap at me. It bore a crescent moon, much like the designs on all of our police uniforms. She then raised her other hand to show me how their hands were chained together. "Father even provided us handcuffs."
"Real handcuffs?" I asked, eyes widening.
"Of course!" Grisel said. "It makes the costumes look much more authentic."
I gave them an judgmental look.
Not soon after, Chika returned. None of us heard the doorbell. It wasn't because she had used her key, but because she had kicked the door open yet again.
I raised my head and saw two... cats? hurriedly come to stand in front of her to block us from seeing her panties. Of all the friends Chika would be bringing, I didn't think they'd be the two quietest students among our grade.
One of them was Ashlan, president of the home economics club and captain of the ice hockey club. He wore a cat onesie. Just like Chika, he had whiskers drawn on his face.
The other was Demyan, president of the library club and captain of the baseball club. He was dressed as a ghost but somehow also had cat ears and whiskers. Did that make him a... ghost cat?
Lately, I'd heard Chika talking about them from time-to-time, like how they were in the same class this year, but I didn't know they were close enough to wear matching outfits on All Hallows' Eve.
Chika lowered her foot and pushed both boys aside. Then, she grabbed their hands to drag them in.
The moment Grisel saw Ashlan, he exclaimed, "Blueberry pie!" He moved forward but Lesia tugged on the chains to stop him.
"Behave," Lesia said sternly. "You've caused enough trouble for the home economics club."
Grisel pouted but stayed put. Ashlan, however, had come prepared. He gave each of us a bag of sweets, which made Grisel's eyes light up. I was fairly sure Ashlan had made the sweets himself.
As we chatted and waited, I grabbed my camera to snap pics. Chika swung her arms around Demyan and Ashlan. Her smile was wide and infectious. Even the reserved Demyan and Ashlan had small smiles on their faces. My twin sister was truly one of a kind, always making friends so easily.
Then, I took a photo of Grisel and Lesia, who stood back to back and held up their chained hands, looking pleased that they had caught the other. Grisel's hair was particularly wavy tonight. He must have decided not to straighten it, since which prisoner would have the leisure to straighten their hair? It made him look a lot more like his mom, which wasn't a bad thing, but he'd never liked looking like his mom.
After I took the photos, I heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. We all turned toward the stairs. Dad had a smug look on his face while Mom was smiling exasperatedly.
Wizard and witch stepped to the side.
It was then that I saw why Dad was looking so happy with himself.
Roland walked forward. Like I'd told him, his death monarch form was perfect for this particular holiday. No one would bat an eye at seeing him in that form tonight. In fact, people would probably even praise him for having such awesome make-up!
So, like I had suggested, Roland was in his death monarch form.
I just never thought...
... that he would wear the maid dress Dad had picked out and let Dad tie his hair up in pigtails while staying in that form!
This was definitely going on camera!
"Look over there, Roland!"
He looked in the direction I pointed, confused.
Dad very happily helped us take the photo.
to be continued
I want to take all of them home. Especially Lesia. XD;;
Anyway, this chapter really got away from me, so now there will be a second half from Roland's POV. Help.
Next part