Amazing, he see’s someone – someone familiar but at the same time it wasn’t him.
No, not at all. In fact, it makes him pale just a little bit. Unknown territory and his stomach churns while the butterfly lands on the bridge of his nose. Ah, he blinks while the insects fragile wings flutter once and then twice, not making any movement to get off. A small yet peaceful smile forms on his pale lips while the beautiful bug remained there before vanishing like a ray of light.
Was this some sort of higher up power? Was this because of the Velvet Room and it’s residence? And how come he could see Tartarus here while no one else could? It made no sense and perhaps he’s hallucinating but all the same… He wasn’t alone.
The smaller Fool leaves the bus station while looking over directly to the boy with the glasses, a familiar face but not at the same time. It’s almost giving him heartbreak but this situation was much more important. It seemed that no, he was not to be alive at this current timeline or in any other, despite him being revived and bordering in existential crisis. This does not deter him while a matter of fact he raises his left arm and held out his hand towards the other Fool, lips pursed into a thin line.
And he waits in such agonizing silence for the other to come closer. If he inquired towards him there shall not be an answer simply because he cannot provide one without a voice. But maybe if he made contact, he will exist in this timeline.
“…”
After all, can the dead truly speak?
The boy just stood there, staring at the blue-haired male, to be quite honest, the highschooler didn’t knew how to react, everything going on was too surreal, even for a boy whose life is devoted to kill shadows. One second he was walking towards his school, and on the other, he was following a butterfly just to meet a strange young man sitting on a bench. After awakening his persona, he thought nothing could’ve surprised him anymore. How wrong he was.
After minutes that seemed, the thief finally had the snap out of his trance, staring to walk towards the young man, even though h wasn’t that far away, the steps it took to reach him felt like an eternity, like time itself were going slow.
He then finally reaches the boy, deciding to sit right next to him, in silence, for some reason, as he approached the other, any hesitance or fear he had at the moment vanished, it was almost as if sitting next to an older brother, which was absurd since the boy couldn’t be any older than the young thief is. Thousands things to say runs through the glasses-wearer boy’s mind, as he looks to the bus stop sign.
“The bus is late again.”