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Zenhu
Normally, when one is brought back to their home, after immense amounts of danger and pain, one would think that you'd be greeted with love.
Nope.
Ezren was hopeful that his caretaker hadn't stayed longer, because like his father- she was ignorant. So she often picked on him, and scolded the boy for his insufficient way of life. But he just avoided her, and tried to stick to his room, occasionally sneaking down for a snack or two.
But alas, she was in the building, vacuuming the rug that covered most of their vast dining room floor. She shut the machine off, then started towards him, clearly not looking to give him a hug.
"Why you here now?" the horribly-bad English speaker prodded him, narrowing her thick, bushy black eyelashes. "I was hurt, so naturally, students are sent home early from school, when getting hurt, that is." he stated, staring into the ladies eyes. To be more specific, her name was Gatheya, nothing more, nothing less.
"No smoothmouth me!" she exclaimed, walking back to do a half-arse job on the house.
Ezren simply sighed, then trotted up the long stairs, then opened the door to his room, making an unsatisfied creak.
He plopped down on his black chair, facing his computer. His doctor warned him about restricted screen time, as it was "Crucial to his health" but the boy just stared blankly at his computer, then opened the same folder he opens everyday, and scrolled through the pictures.
The file was titled:
"My little bro."
EDIT
(OOC: Hey, sorry about the dark and mischievous posts that I'm making- I just finished up with his backstory, so I can get into the RP more, and contribute with the others.)
Nope.
Ezren was hopeful that his caretaker hadn't stayed longer, because like his father- she was ignorant. So she often picked on him, and scolded the boy for his insufficient way of life. But he just avoided her, and tried to stick to his room, occasionally sneaking down for a snack or two.
But alas, she was in the building, vacuuming the rug that covered most of their vast dining room floor. She shut the machine off, then started towards him, clearly not looking to give him a hug.
"Why you here now?" the horribly-bad English speaker prodded him, narrowing her thick, bushy black eyelashes. "I was hurt, so naturally, students are sent home early from school, when getting hurt, that is." he stated, staring into the ladies eyes. To be more specific, her name was Gatheya, nothing more, nothing less.
"No smoothmouth me!" she exclaimed, walking back to do a half-arse job on the house.
Ezren simply sighed, then trotted up the long stairs, then opened the door to his room, making an unsatisfied creak.
He plopped down on his black chair, facing his computer. His doctor warned him about restricted screen time, as it was "Crucial to his health" but the boy just stared blankly at his computer, then opened the same folder he opens everyday, and scrolled through the pictures.
The file was titled:
"My little bro."
EDIT
(OOC: Hey, sorry about the dark and mischievous posts that I'm making- I just finished up with his backstory, so I can get into the RP more, and contribute with the others.)
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