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Characters: Death the Kid and Liz Thompson
Location: Gallows Mansion
Rating: ...uh....G...?
Time: May 10, late evening
Description: He's baaaaaaaaaaack. Or rather, he has been back, just intermittently. But the last trip was likely his last for a while and he was in much need of R&R.


Kid could not remember the last time he stepped inside his house let alone his own bed. A few days? Weeks? Months?

In secret he had been going out to different cities, bases, countries to see how things were going. Some were more harrowing than others, and the recent in-city uprising. He almost cancelled his last two trips, but political pressure and possible rising threats elsewhere pushed him out. The last trip had been an overall success (except for the fact that at one point he failed to resonate with Spirit and had to almost cut it early), but now he had to deal with the matters back home.

"Liz...Patti...I'm back," he called out and surprised himself by how...tired he sounded. It was also disconcerting when the hallway started to swim before his eyes and he had to grab the edge of a nearby table.

He had been fine just a few hours before. So why was he— He just quickly shook his head. No, no time to be failing now. There were reports he needed to read, mission logs to look over, files to sort through.

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He was not one hundred percent sure, but he did not want Liz to stay up longer than necessary. It was his problem—no need to drag her into it.

"Yes, I'm certain."

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She gave him a look, knowing him well enough to tell when he was doing a bad job at lying.

"Just relax, okay? And if you start making fun, I'm going to knock you unconscious."

She started humming a lullaby she'd learned from an old music box she'd found and played for Patti to help her sleep until it wore out and wouldn't play anymore. She'd never come up with words for it, simply humming the tune and stroking her sister's hair, but she refrained from doing the latter here. She didn't want to send Kid into a tizzy over asymmetrical hair when she was trying to help him.

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He looked at her puzzled and was about to ask when she started to hum.

Well.

That was definitely not expected.

It was also a bit...odd. Well he was going to be eighteen this year—having someone hum a lullaby was not really something a normal teenager expects, let alone a god. That said, it was actually a bit soothing.

And it was more for that reason that a tiny little snerk and chuckle escaped him. He didn't mean to, but this whole thing was...well that was his reaction.

[tallerbrooklyndevil]

She continued humming, turning bright red and hand forming a fist. Just push her buttons, Kid. Keep going.

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He was not trying, he swears! As quietly as he could, he cleared his throat a bit to try and recompose himself. He knew Liz was doing this for his benefit. So he lowered back down in his bed and turned onto his side, idle thoughts flittering through his mind. When was the last time he heard a lullaby? Not since he was very little and from his father.

...Well that brought a little of a somber thought. But just a very little one and his expression remained the same despite his idle reminiscing of his youth.

[tallerbrooklyndevil]

Liz continued humming away, swaying in time with the beat. It was allowing her to relax if not Kid.

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And slowly but surely, Kid did find himself relaxing. Whether it was due to Liz's humming or his own fatigue finally kicking in again, he knew that sleep was just around the corner.

He wanted to give his thanks, but it would have to wait until the morning.

[tallerbrooklyndevil]

She continued humming until she was sure he'd fallen asleep. Then she slowly rose and exited the room. Now satisfied, she herself could sleep.