Next New Age Abraxas 2:23-30

Kuroki

To be honest, Kuroki was physically present but not mentally. His pitch black gaze wandered, bouncing from ceiling to floor, then to his cousins in turn. They were all lapping this up, huh? Sitting there all neat and attentive, ears tipped forward as though this was the most enthralling thing they'd ever heard. Even now Kuroki was loath to compliment his sire, but even Hattori was a better storyteller than this. At least his tales had substance. Things actually happened, not just a list of what he could and couldn't do- though Hattori also talked about that a lot too, just in a different context. The Ashen prince did nothing to hide his yawn as Ikigai braved a question, voicing her doubts aloud. He hadn't expected that from her, she never liked to rock the boat, but he'd give her credit when it was due.

His cousins didn't seem to like her doubt one bit, getting all tense and jittery as though they'd gobbled up whatever mumbo-jumbo Toxicity had fed them. Like sure, whatever, Kuroki didn't care enough to kick up a stink about it. Wasn't like he had anything better to do right at that moment, but if he knew what his siblings were thinking he'd have to agree with them. This religion sounded like a whole lot of finger wagging to him, do this or get that, and even now Kuroki was biting back against authority. Acting out because he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted just yet, just not this.

That wasn't to say Kuroki disliked his aunt, even now she was treating them nicer than Hattori ever could. Just giving something without a blank slate demanding so much in return. But it was like being offered a dish that didn't suit his tastes, he'd have a bite but make icked out faces all the while.

Making a grab for some jerky, Kuroki chewed idly without much thought of closing his mouth or using his manners.

"How you supposed to talk to someone who's dead?" He asked, speaking with his mouth full.

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