Your name is Arthur...?
[Someone's escaped from the clinic..! Contrary to his big brothers wishes, most likely, the littler warlord is puttering in aimless patterns about the kitchen in a familiar routine of tea-making and breakfast preparing. Why yes, it's evening-time, but his internal clock is skewed beyond repair. It will take him quite some
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So memories can return.
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[He scratches at hair that looks slept-on and unbrushed.]
I escaped from the clinic. Do you have plans for the day?
[... night. For the night. He doesn't know.]
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It's night. And yeah, I'm free.
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Come find me before I lift this heavy teakettle full of scalding water and create a perilous situation~?
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It's your kitchen.
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[- he begins, but the sudden mobbing enthusiasm of kitten and resulting flight of a panicked Arthur who wants to be far, far away from that cat's claws, distract him.
He gasps and stumbles, swaying gently on the balls of his feet as the cat surges up into his arms, purring aggressively loud until he pets it.]
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This is Mikazuki. You used to spoil her a lot. She tends to remember those things. She missed you.
[A look around, then ...]
Sit down. I'll make the tea.
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[But he scoots over to the table and collapses gratefully into a chair, now that he's been given a perfectly good excuse to. Lifting that cast-iron pot hurt worse than he'll let on.
He busies himself cooing at and digging his fingers affectionately into the cats fur.]
So you're the little fury terrorizing the flock, hmm..?
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Your dormant memories are returning.
I like your bird.
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[He nudges the pot aside, sighing, and sets to work filling another smaller container with water to transfer to the pot, on the stove, rather than attempting to lift it with the added weight once full.
He's sure someone will be along to investigate what he's up to by the time the pot starts whistling. He'll ask whoever arrives to fill a mug for him, then.]
He's a curious bird. He claims his name is Arthur, and then demanded I reward him with sweets for being vigilant. I've a mind to send him out in the snow for his cheek.
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You can talk to birds?
I always wondered what they'd say. Arthur's a handsome crow, maybe he does deserve sweets.
I'm Cameron. Do you need help with your tea?
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The trick is hushing them once they start. They rarely have anything interesting to say, and when they do, they repeat it again and again until you pray for silence.
[The crow swells up in pleasure at the praise. She seems nice! Maybe she'll give him treats? Her pockets might have sweets in them, like Merlin's.]
Good morning, Cameron. I'm Izuna, of the Uchiha clan, and I never turn down help if that's an offer?
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I just wanted you to remember that the only reason why you could get away was because I let you.
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