This Nazuna was a somewhat of a youth, chewing on his pen every so often, short black hair with white streaks draping over his face like a monotone curtain over the eyes. He still had the hardened features of the man he was but still retained the look of innocence, untouched by the true cruelty of the world. As if nothing could harm him. As if the events of the future would never happen.
He sighed but he knew he was happy, happier than any of the days he'd spent in the castle so long ago, under that dreadful monster of a man. This work distracted him from all that, gave him a purpose. The psychic looked up just as the door hissed and spun into intricate little segments before sinking into the floor, opening to reveal Nano, his younger blood brother, stepping in. A young boy trailed after, one he had come to love and care for just as a father would a son. The little one had a radiant crown of tangerine for hair, haphazardly poking into the air as if it were brushed messily and left there. He was wearing the uniform especially designed for this facility, a white coat that trailed down to the knees, trimmed in black with obsidian symbols at the hems, black gloves, high black boots. The boy held onto the hem of Nano's coat, inverted in coloration, who smiled up at Nazuna, feminine figure outlined in the light.
"Another lesson today, Nazuna,"his brother simply said, and he could see the love shining behind those eyes, his own betraying no such feelings in return. While he too did love his brother back, Nazuna was less public about it, it got in the way of things, whereas Nano displayed his feelings and adoration openly.
He nodded simply and stood, the young boy's beautiful violet eyes watching his mentor uncurl from his desk like a cat. Nano gave him a little push and the boy unlatched from the coat, stepping forward.
"Come then Gallas."Like a father, Nazuna outstretched a hand from the billowing folds of his cloak, which the boy, Gallas, took with a warm smile. Nano, now behind the two, took up a seat on the couch and stretched out, exhausted from the day's work as well, hugging a pillow to his head and seemingly passing out as they left the room.
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