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Nuisance belongs to me
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Nuisance smiled quietly as he watched Crazy Lace and Flicker bicker silently over their precious new gadget: Nuisance's camera. He enjoyed watching them both trying to take pictures at the same time of their current subjects: Axel, who was holding Eve asleep. He watched as the camera moved from one hand to the other in a perpetual motion. Some - if not all - of the photos were going to be blurry. But he had to admit that he enjoyed watching them trying to take pictures.
Anko and Esther waited quietly for their turn on the sofa, playing with Caramel, the little brown squirrel. He went from one child to the next, asking for a little caress - and checking at the same time that they didn't have any food for him - before coming back down and doing the same thing again.
Cloud, the little albino squirrel, remained hidden in the top pocket of Nuisance's jacket, probably resting.
"They're just like their uncle," Aim laughed. "Unable to stop taking photos of their family."
"As if that would bother you."
Nuisance, Aim and Memory were at the table, sipping their orange juice. Aim had opted for a large glass of chocolate, and the biscuits that accompanied it had long since been eaten by the children - but also the greedy adult -. Nuisance and Memory were sitting next to each other, the last dampfnudeln in front of Memory with the vanilla sauce, having survived the voracious appetites of the others.
The doorbell rang in the room and Aim nonchalantly went to open it. He returned with Error and Ink, much to his cousin's dismay. The latter looked coldly at the couple who had just entered the room, his body already unconsciously tensing up. He could feel a slight electric current - as if he had supplies all over his body - running through him, and even without seeing himself in a mirror he was sure that blue and green bugs had appeared.
Unfortunately, this also meant that the other adults in the room knew that he was furious, or at worst - and he hoped they didn't know - that he was terrified.
His gaze remained trapped in Error's equally angry one - at least the feeling was mutual - even when he heard Ink's calmer voice trying to ease the latent tension in the room. He seemed to have less of a French accent than his alternative version.
"We didn't say we were coming. I'm sorry if that surprised you, Nuisance."
"We don't have to be sorry if we want to see our grandchildren and our son," countered Error coldly, trying to get closer to Anko.
The other dark skeleton wouldn't let him, placing himself between the two as his glitching intensified. His soul was screaming at him to get away from the destroyer, the painful sensation of his threads on the fragile little organ tugging at him. But it was only a phantom pain, a pain that was only a memory, and one that he shouldn't dwell on. When the troublemaker leaves, it too will disappear.
"Back off," Error threatened.
"No."
He could feel his hands trembling as Error moved closer, only a few centimetres away. Nevertheless, he recoiled - as hard as he tried to repress it - as if his body were following the orders of his soul before bending to those of his mind. But this gesture had been seen and deciphered by the destroyer, who lifted his chin a little more, an overly proud smile pasted on his face.
If it hadn't been for the children in the room, he would have jumped at her throat, and even if he was a little smaller than his opponent, he would at least have managed to make her swallow his smile before the others separated them.
However, he couldn't do that now, not while the children were in the room and their surprised and confused eyes were turned towards them. He was even sure that if he decided to take a look, he'd be able to see that Crazy Lace and Flicker had stopped bickering so he could work out what was going on.
A hand reached for his and even before he could see who it was, he knew it was Memory. They were the only ones who could soothe his soul with a simple gesture. The look in their eyes was calm, but he had the impression that he could detect concern there too. So he gently interlaced his fingers with them as if to soothe her. He didn't like seeing worry in them, even though he knew that when his soul was perfectly reassured and calm, he would recognise that what looked like worry was probably not totally worry.