[Kanda appears to be sitting in the Manor's garden, a tied fabric bag laying next to him. It moves a little and from time to time makes a pitiful squeak. Unfortunately, Kanda had managed to read the Gremlin notes before they were demolished and, being thorough in following rules as he was, kept the poor little thing packed and hanging off a hook during most of the week, not giving a damn about what PETA would think of it. Now though, he just seems puzzled. Apparently he failed to connect the number of sabotage instances and little ugly things running around to the creature he has in the bag.]
Does anyone know what I'm supposed to do with this thing.
[He doesn't really have any intentions to keep it; he just kept it safe because the darn note said so and now he's stuck with it. Wasn't it supposed to be a temporary thing? Hrm.]
[The feed comes on to a rather dour looking silver haired teen, scowling at a little furry creature in front of him on the table. While usually he would be all kinds of excited to see a strange animal being a shameless occult nerd, after last week he felt that it was replacing his mother. So many people had just up an vanished lately, including about everyone he knew from home. While there was no complaint about Belphor or Mukuro's disappearance, his boss and even Lambo hit him rather hard... and right now the only thing to really take out his frustrations on was the stupid furball in front of him.]
The hell are you even supposed to be?
[The creature only cooed and toddled over to Hayato happily expecting a petting, unfortunately the teen wasn't exactly in a 'petting' sort of mood and just flicked the thing in the face with his finger. As it toppled over backward the teen noticed the blackberry recording.]
[And with that he turned off the feed.]
[Private to Ryuutaro]
hey, i was just wondering if you're busy.
[Naoto appears to be looking at a book, a small smile spread across as she quietly opened up the book, inside a picture.]
It appears as though the author had been up some something, but for once... it's not that bad.
[She looks at the picture within the book for a moment, before finally closing it and placing it to the side.]
Logic states that nothing the author can do, should happen, yet she always appears to change something ever once in a while. It's a rather...interesting thing to see.
[With her back to the door, it isn't clear what Vivien is holding so gently and close to her chest, just that she's so distracted, she probably wouldn't notice an earthquake. As you come around her however, it becomes very clear that she's holding a very small baby, feeding it a bottle.
When she'd made that wish to see at least one of her babies, she didn't expect it to actually happen.]
You are so...perfect.
[Even when she found him, he wasn't crying and he didn't seem to fuss as much as her daughter had...no matter how quiet he was, he seemed to be perfectly healthy.
Ignoring her dog running and making a nuisance of herself; Vivien was perfectly content to remain on the plush chair and pay the dog no mind. This was a good day and she intended to make the most of it.]