To be fair, bold of you to assume the Narrator or Silence would notice obvious things.

Silence isn't really phased by the look/Vibes Hitan gives.

"Damn it, Rai...!" Silence muttered under her breath. Of course he did!

"Why even is he up too?! I should have asked him that. Hmph."

"Hmph." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot a little as she thought for a bit.

Silence didn't want to say Hitan was right, so that's about as close as it'll get. She did like, however, that Hitan said she was right, despite that she wasn't really right and more or less just forgotten to ask.

"Tsk. He really should answer more, then," Silence finally criticized.

"If he ate them, then it's unlikely he would say so," Silence pointed out. "However, maybe if I pester enough he'll answer questions."

She's making that assumption based on what she does, so... It's very likely to be wrong. XD.

"...Egg muffins..."

Silence looked back towards the house they were previously in, wondering if she and Hitan should go back. There was in fact a stranger in her house, which she did not enjoy the fact of.

Lazy child, or at least that's what Silence would say if she noticed that Hitan was trying to get her to do all the work.

"Well then. I'm going back inside. There's a stranger in the house that I must cut up into bits if they screw something up." She reached for her sword, grasping only air as it wasn't on her at the moment. She realized this and sighed, slightly frustrated that she had forgotten that her sword was in the house.

"Are you coming along or must I carry you? Or are you going to follow that devil?" By "that devil", she means Rai.

"...I pray to the gods that it wasn't something important... also I pray for a god to throw you a brain to use in that empty space of yours," Silence sigh, poking Hitan on the forehead. "Nothing but candy and whatever-the-hell up in that skull." She's scolding him for being careless, trying to get him to take some responsibility of forgetting. It's a bold assumption that Hitan is capable of doing so.

Silence, without much other thought, picked Hitan up and started carrying him much similar to how an athlete holds a football.

"Let's go beat up that intruder."

With that, she's carrying Hitan back to the house, but she won't fight him if Hitan decides to leave. She mostly just has murder on her mind, at the moment. She's much similar to a cat, now that the Narrator thinks about it.

"Violence isn't suppose to be good. It is fun, however."

Silence, don't encourage bad behavior D:

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For a second, her eyebrows slightly raise in the smallest twitch. It's hard to tell if it's shock or surprise that causes it, although the slight difference between the two emotions doesn't matter. She glances at him and then rolls her eyes with an exaggeration.

"Me? Lie? Forget??? Don't be insolent. Hmph! You're getting very bold in your assumptions, kid. Watch your ego."

She doesn't sound austere, in honest opinion. Her tone is a bit lax, considering that she's scolding him again. Her expression doesn't match with her chiding, with her frown overplayed and her emphasis too pushed to be completely genuine. Of course, there is some authentic annoyance, as per usual within Silence's dialogue.




(reading "He puffs his little chest out on her shoulder." made me imagine Silence as a fluffy chicken and Hitan as a tiny chick XD, it doesn't help that Silence has big, fluffy wings already XD)

(It's great tho TwT)

Probably. Who should define what is going on first?

Echo is just sitting at the kitchen table. Really, one would think she'd be much more reactant to the blindingness (considering her and her siblings' eyes are very sensitive), or maybe that she'd be upset that Minty was (probably) gone, but she seems rather bored at the moment, if feeling anything at all. She quietly hums. It's funny of how she can be calm at the most unusual and most worthless of times.

So, overall, she isn't doing anything to really address the problem at hand, which is actually pretty on-point for her.

Echo fidgeted with her hands, tapping her palms and fingers. She's staring down at the table blankly, and there probably isn't much going on in her head other than what note she would hum next.

She hums pretty well.

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Very subtly, Silence adjusted her arms to hold Hitan better in case he was going to completely doze off. She didn't want him to slide out of her arms onto the ground.

The image in her head of it actually happening was a bit funny, however.

She imagined him to be made of a clay instead of flesh, and like a cartoon he would smush up and make a silly splat sound. She would then have to pick him up again, dusting him off and continuing onward, with Hitan completely fine and probably saying something either childish, unsettling, or a mix of both. Perhaps even laughing about the whole ordeal, or maybe even commenting on the fact Silence let him fall. She then would apologi- no, she then would state that rather of her letting him fall, Hitan had thrown himself from her arms for gods know why.

Without making notice of her own actions, Silence shifted Hitan in her arms to hold him much more similarly to how one would hold a sleepy child rather than a football. It's likely much more comfortable now. It's a wonder of how Silence moves with such fluidity while covered in layers upon layers of thick fabrics.

Silence is lost in thought, although considering how bright the inside of the house is getting, this will be broken harshly once she eventually opens the door to step inside.

There's still some distance to go.

The outside of the house seems peaceful. With neither of them talking, the low hum of crickets and the distance abrupt call of frogs can be heard. The moon I dictated that it was much further past midnight now, perhaps a half past twelve or forty past twelve. Silence would have noted that it was chilly out, although in reality it was warmer than Silence felt it was.

Silence is very used to it, at this point, due to the gang's mooching. As usual, she allows it, although this time she doesn't give any sort of commentary. She doesn't say anything all the way to the house.

Silence made her way up the steps of the porch, careful in her pace. She never took off her shoes before entering the house, very unlike the rest of the household. However, she never seemed to track dirt or mud. Perhaps the earth was too intimidated to cling to her feet.

With one hand, she opened the door and immediately cringed back due to the light. A noise escaped her throat from the surprise of the light against her sensitive eyes. She squinted, trying to make out anything in house, trying to force her eyes to adjust.

"Ugh. The hell."

Silence is annoyed.