[The wee hours of the morning are, well, around when Laharl tends to go to sleep anyway. He's on his way home to hit the sack coffin when he passes through the plaza and something familiar tugs at his senses. He doesn't usually pay attention to newcomers, because he's been here long enough not to expect any of the few people he gives a damn about to show up. In fact, lately he's just been losing people, so making more acquaintances who'll just leave again isn't exactly a priority.
He stops now though. Of course he's not going to call out, because that would be stupid and make it seem like he missed the kid or something. But he's nevertheless hoping--just a little bit!--that the familiar presence will reveal itself to be his missing vassal.]
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sackcoffin when he passes through the plaza and something familiar tugs at his senses. He doesn't usually pay attention to newcomers, because he's been here long enough not to expect any of the few people he gives a damn about to show up. In fact, lately he's just been losing people, so making more acquaintances who'll just leave again isn't exactly a priority.He stops now though. Of course he's not going to call out, because that would be stupid and make it seem like he missed the kid or something. But he's nevertheless hoping--just a little bit!--that the familiar presence will reveal itself to be his missing vassal.]