Mille 008

[prettyhazknight]

Who: Mille and the kids (you know who you are)
Where: Mille's Church
Style: Anything goes!
Status: Closed-ish? Let me know if you want to show up

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[mudbloodhater]

Draco awoke early that morning to a familiar sunbeam in his eyes; the room, however, was very much less than familiar. Certainly, he had seen it before - it was where Mille lived - but exactly why he was there was far beyond his comprehension. Glancing around nervously and with visible apprehension, he peered around, wondering where the older man could possibly be. And what sort of explanation might possibly be given.

He padded downstairs, still apprehensively peering around corners before heading anywhere; there had to be a reason why he was in the church, but he couldn't remember it. That in and of itself was bizarre. Finally, though, the blond arrived in the kitchen, staring momentarily at Mille before speaking - trying to gather his thoughts.

"Mille, what am I doing in your church?"

[prettyhazknight]

Turning around, Mille smiled brightly at his new son. Poor thing was still so confused by that was to be expected. New arrivals took some time in adjusting to things. Fortunately, that was why he was here. To help him along and give him a good home at the same time.

"You live here, of course. But it's not surprising that you don't remember. All the same, I adopted you and this is your new home."

Holding up a plate of food, he tilted his head to the side.

"Hungry?"

[mudbloodhater]

He continued to stare, gaping somewhat - there was something inherently abnormal about all of this. Adopted him? Draco couldn't think of any reason why that would have happened, except maybe if their conversation about family and the like had really got to him.

Before he could reply, his stomach gave a growl, giving the response for him; "I suppose I am."

"Why isn't it surprising that I don't remember?"

/sporadic tagging on vacation :B

[selfishworld]

Tsukasa wandered into the kitchen, stomach growling loudly, and started poking around the cabinets.

"Good morning..." He murmured absently.

[timeticksaway]

[ Oz was curled up somewhere among one of the various pews, having fallen asleep, yet again, where he shouldn't have. A blanket was tossed over his body and he was using a stack of books as a makeshift pillow, snoring lightly, even after morning had already set in. There wasn't school that day, so thankfully he wasn't missing anything by oversleeping, but still. Sloth was a sin, was it not? ]

[prettyhazknight]

[Mille was glad he'd brought back a small worship section in the back for people. It would do them all good to have something like that. Wandering inside he found one of his sons sleep on a pew. He sighed and went over to wake him up.]

Oh Oz~ I believe we've talked about how this is what beds are for~

[timeticksaway]

[ Oz groggily sat up, rubbing at his eyes and yawning for a long five seconds. ]

Ah- ... ha. I was caught up in a book last night. The lighting in here is perfect for reading. [ A small, apologetic smile as he regarded the stack of books with a slight nod. ]

[prettyhazknight]

[Mille laughed softly and fixed the fly away strands of hair on Oz's head.]

I could fix the lighting in your room. Maybe then you might end up falling asleep on your bed for a change.

[godchild]

Cain was up early - or late as the case may be. He was exhausted. He had been out walking late in the night and then, for a time, he was confused as to where he meant to go. And then he started walking towards the church, relieved that he remembered exactly where he was supposed to be.

Home.

Running one hand wearily back through his hair, he tried to sneak in the front door quietly, softly padding inside, meaning to head to his room undetected.

[prettyhazknight]

Hearing the door, Mille paused and looked around the corner to see one dark haired son of his. He smiled as he watched Cain make the attempt to get to his room without being noticed. Waiting until he was just past him, Mille stepped out with his arms crossed.

"Welcome back."

That was all that needed to be said.

[godchild]

Cain paused a beat. Then he rotated around on the heel of his right foot, all nonchalance on the surface.

Damn.

"Good morning...father," Cain greeted, the address polite, yet impudent at the same time, simply by the look in his eye when he said it. A rebellious teenager is rebellious, after all - only Cain's form of rebellion was subtle, ie sneaking out, collecting dangerous items despite warnings, and so forth - probably stemming from some inexplicable, deeply rooted sense of not belonging. The prodigal son.

[prettyhazknight]

It was fortunate that Mille understood rebellion. And other things. After all, he had been known (and sometimes still was) for going out and doing dangerous things on his own. And carrying explosives.

And so on.

"Did you bring me a present this time or was it just another walk?"