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Emil is back with a slightly more new design. So yeah, I’m sorry for the inactivity nwn;;

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Noah came to visit with a large gift in tow, "So, I heard you like anime." Elise rolled her eyes at her sister. Always a show off. Elise made a little hand made gift instead. "Happy birthday, Uncle."

I can’t believe you remember my birthday, thank you!

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Flavio smiled as he kissed Emil's cheek and put a small box in the other's hand. "Happy birthday, Emil."

Thank you so much, Flavio

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Lukas gave Emil a gift full of anime merch. "Happy birthday /lillebror/." Marius held up a picture he drew all by himself of Emil as the first anime character he's ever seen, Naruto. "Happy birthday!"

Stop calling me your little brother

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HAP BORTH WEEB

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Today is this dork’s birthday.

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The moment when Lupta wrapped his arms around him, Emil fucking knew- he fucking knew this was gonna happen. ❝ hwait- ❞ only to hold back a sudden scream when he didn’t feel the ground beneath his feet right now.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil paused a bit as he looked at Lupta, uncertain what they meant by that. As he was fiddling with his pockets, almost feeling a certain in his pocket. Oh fuck. He nearly forgot this. He needed to return that for sure.

❝ I guess so ❞

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil slowly pushed himself up as he nodded, ❝ They were in the Pantheon ❞ he pointed out as he was sure they were there. But he was probably going to get in trouble but he was unsure though. ❝ Lets go ❞

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil smiled nervously as he looked up at Lupta, ❝ Well, I hope so ❞ he looked up before he wondered if everyone was alright. He was just a little worried for his family. Since they were on a sand of a cloud and without him- wouldn’t they dropped down,,,

Yeah, he will apologise that afterwards.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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❝ He is an artist with an guaranteed success that he has his own company ❞ Emil mumbled as he looked down at his hand as he stated to pick against his clothes. ❝ I guess you can say that ❞ he mumbled as he didn’t know how he felt.

Just the memory of his own biological mother looking down upon him. It would continue to strain his own confidence.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil leaned back against the bench, he felt emotionally drained to even cry or allow tears to run down his face. He cried too many tears that he couldn’t cry anymore.

❝ Cause she honestly value strong holding careers and an artist like me would only be able to get a penny on the street- ❞ he paused before he sighed.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil looked down as he pressed his lips together. Almost afraid to say but he had to say it eventually. He was sure his mom and dad would want to know what his biological mom told him.

❝ You know,,, a mistake, pathetic,,, all that stuff just because I was pursuing music and wasn’t inheriting the company ❞

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil settled down as he rubbed his hands together. He was sure everyone was waking up and returning back to their normal state. As he looked down for a few moments.

❝ My,,, my biological mom came back and well, she was away from my childhood for years. She said a lot of things,,, and well, things went downhill from there. I became akumatised. I took everyone I care for at the Pantheon,, ❞ he paused as he sighed

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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Emil tensed up when he felt Lupta’s hand on shoulder. While he was looking down, ❝ ,,, Yeah, maybe talking about this will help ❞ he said as he felt so lost, yet scared. He didn’t want to face her but at the same time, he knew he had to face her. He loved this field of work but he was afraid. Of just being rejected, but even then, she left him.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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DreamEater let out a heavy sigh as he was slowly trying to get himself to calm down from what he happened. The moment when the little butterfly came out, showing an erratic butterfly.

However, when Emil came to me. He still held the deep negative feelings down to heart even when he offered it up.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him

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DreamEater let out a nervous laugh as he couldn’t help that feeling of uncertainty. But he didn’t know. He wanted to face his mom by himself. With his own willpower to do this. As he stopped fidgetting from his own akuma.

He slowly nodded as he took his akuma from his waist. As he tried to give it to Lupta. Wanting to sleep from this tiring moment for himself.

DreamEater sat there over looking the city, watching as his sand monsters plagued the town. The fact that so many people went through so much that he couldn’t explain. He has eaten so much of their dreams, memories, nearly everything that defines them as a person altogether. Yet, he didn’t feel all that satisfied with it all.

He was pensively staring down at his hands, dwelling in his thoughts a lot. What his family has said. What Flavio he said. Along with the people who just managed to talk to him even though he continued to relentlessly tormented them with the nightmares. He wanted to go after his own mother. Yet, was this the right initiative to use? He wanted to show his mom that he was better.

Slowly standing up, maybe,,, he should look for Vlad. He was the only one that he knew his identity, and that he can at least talk to. Just for a moment at least. But he wanted to try. He wanted to face his mom but he was using what seemed like emotional and mental violence on the citizens of Paris. So he started to wander around, around the areas that he was sure Vlad maybe around or at least Lupta was wandering or patrolling.

He may have been worried that Lukas was not in contact with him