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[regive]

Who: regive + sinnedexistence
When: Backdated to the day after Oz Vessalius' arrival.
Where: Er. First wherever Oz stayed for the night, then idk where.
Summary: Lily and Oz go on a playdate. This is not going to end well. Cry, Gilbert, cry.
Warnings: idk, man. Probably nothing.

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[sinnedexistence]

At the rapping against the glass, Oz lifts his head before glancing back towards the stairs. Gilbert had fell asleep beside his bedside so the blond boy took it for himself to lay a blanket on him before he caught a cold and left. He was waiting at the Tower Apartments, after sending a message to Lily. Of course, he was full aware that Lily was a Baskerville, he was also aware that they intended on destroying the seals on their leader. However, they were at a new place entirely different than their own.

So to say, they had nothing to do here, no purpose really, so it was safe right? No, it was never safe with the Baskervilles, at least not lowering his guard. Still, he made a promise and he would keep by it. He had other intentions, of course, for going out with the tiny girl. For now though, he kept quiet. Walking over, he opened the door and smiled towards her.

"Hello, Lily."

[regive]

Lily entered with a gust of autumn wind, a smile that stretched from one end of her face to another. She landed in the small apartment gracefully, whirling to face Oz with bright, bright eyes. While she knew the absolute minimal when it came to his role in their plans and his relation to Jack Vessalius, she generally split things into two camps -- things that she cared about, and things that she didn't. For now, his relation to Jack, as annoying as it was, fell into the latter camp, for in Lily's mind, Oz Vessalius was not Jack Vessailus. Jack Vessalius was already hated. Thus, it should be fine to play with Oz Vessalius

[sinnedexistence]

"Of course we are, a promise is a promise."

A smile was given to the beaming girl, he had to admit he was curious to what a young girl like herself considered playing. When Ada was about her size, of course she played whatever Oz played, that was what she considered fun. However, she wasn't Ada, and so to say she was a Baskerville. A Baskerville who killed all those people during the tragedy hundred years ago. He wouldn't be surprised if she had a twisted thought of playing, but he was going to tag along whether he truly wanted to know or not.

"Alright then, after you Lily." He didn't leave the holding hand hanging, taking it into his own while making his way out, and just to be kind, "You're not cold, are you?"