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Shion! You have to choose: Dohko, Yuzuriha or Albafica. Who would make the best partner? 'Cmon, don't be shy, precious little sheep~

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“No, no, of course!” He smiled then, full and bright as the sun. It wasn’t a simple matter of havind his nails done, it was a matter of getting his way and although he almost never asked for anything these days, it was good to have it done. 

He was still in good form since his childhood, good.

“You’ll be watching it, to learn the manicure and pedicure skills and then you will do mine - and yours.”

Once again, Milo stared at the other man. He was no master of rhetoric, granted, but still he could see that the arguments posed by Mu made no sense at all — though they probably seemed rather rational in that little lavender head of his, with its pretty lavender view of the world.

Disappointing Mu, however, was a pain; had always been, ever since they were kids and the Scorpio was as sensitive as a saucer.

“Goddammit, Mu”, he muttered under his breath. “Alright, alright, I’ll join you. Not getting my nails done, though.”

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“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Shaka’s presence is being quite required at the moment, it seems.”

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“But that is the thing, you don’t understand? You will learn to do your own nails, so one, neither Aphrodite nor Camus, no one but you will do that.”

“Also, no one will ever question you again about why you have just one good nail nor call you a big cat. It’s a win/win cenario, can’t you see?”

“Besides... I don’t want to go lone, is not fun this way.”

At that point, Milo was so utterly confused, Mu actually managed to drag him along for a few steps, before he could get hold of himself. But if the Aries was proving to be way more headstrong than that pretty face revealed, the Scorpio was ready to put up a fight.

Well, at least some resistance.

“Hey, c’mon now, wait a minute”, he demanded, stubbornly holding his ground, pulling his hands from the other man’s grasp. “I’m just fine this way, thank you. You go get your nails done, but nobody’s touching mine.”

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“We can discover together, then!” He said it as if it were a brilliant idea, as if he had find out the road to El Dorado, clutching Milo’s hands between his. “Then you never have to suffer with a hand with just onde nail made and the others.. well...”

For a couple seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity an beyond, Milo simply stared at Mu, the frown marring his face since the beginning of that exchange more present than ever.

Still, he got a step closer, taking a moment to check the Aries’ nails, and then his own. They seemed… pretty much the same.

“Alright, man. I’m… Well, I’m really sorry your regular nails are making you so unhappy, but… It’s not like I can grow them for you or anything. And…” The Scorpio raised his hand at his face level, as if to prove his point. “Did you get the part that it’s not like I have the skills you’re looking for?”

And red didn’t really seem to fit Mu, but he wouldn’t mention it.

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“I’m asking you, though, not Aphrodite.” It was in times like these, everyone could feel how the Aries Saint was narrow minded and focused, not being easiy diverted of his target. In that case, Milo and Milo’s manicure ability (or the lack of it). 

“They’re so... nothing, they’re nothing right now.” He said, looking at his own finger. “Pale, dull, round and short. Why can’t I have some nice, long,polished red nails? Or any color, I don’t have a preference, to be honest... why you don’t want to help me? Must I be so dull all the time I can’t even have my nails done?”

“I, uh.” For a moment, Milo simply stared at his pointer finger, dumbfounded. It was so natural, he never really stopped to think about it. How did his nail…? 

But more importantly, where did Aphrodite’s roses come from?

“Can we leave the big cat thing to Aiolia? Not that I want to think of him as an actual big cat, but you know what I mean. As for Aphrodite, I’d say he’s fairly good with pretty much anything he wants to do, especially if his looks are concerned. You can’t possibly tell me you haven’t noticed his nails.”

Okay, so maybe Milo had actually felt them, but hell if those scratches on his back weren’t done by some fine, long nails.

The roses, though.

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“Oh, no, I guess he is better with hair and make up?”

“... but is it true? That red fine long pointy nail just comes out of nowhere... how you do that? It’s like a cat! A big, big cat, but still...”

And now that.

“Maybe Aphrodite is the right man for that?”

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“Oh...” He sounds quite disappointed.

“I was going to as you to do mine...”

"So... you do your own nails? Or nail, singular..."

“I, uh.”

“It just happens? Comes along with the needle. I guess you could say it adds some drama to it.”

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“They’re so silly…”

“Says the wisest man on Earth.”

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My character has accidentally taken a potion turning them into a child, with no recollection of adulthood. Send ☃ for them bumping into your character while in this state. 

That place reeked of something the boy couldn’t define too well. It was dark and frightful, he could feel as a hundred voices in unison called for him, asking for help. He didn’t understand it, but the feeling of being in that place was suffocant, oppressive. 

He didn’t run as much as he tried to walk carefully by that place trying to not call attention upon him. So many voices calling from beyond, a vortice of spirits and people he didn’t know, asking for what he could not give…

He just wanted to get away, his puffy cheeks all red and his round eyes all watery. And when he tripped over something, falling over the floor, he could not hold back his tears anymore.

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He started to run as soon as he could; his little legs wasn’t getting him out of there fast enough, but he was trying with all his might. The boy didn’t have the slightest idea what he was doing in that place, his master told him it wasn’t the time yet, that place wasn’t for him just yet and he surely didn’t want to get on his master bad side. He was a good boy, always had been.

He could not find his master, he didn’t know how he get there, why he wasn’t in his own bed and so he ran - until he bumped into someone.

He was golden. It wasn’t the same colour as the sun, it was lacking something, but he was golden, and so strong the little boy almost hurt his nose. He was also trouble, for no one should know he was here until he could escape and get back to Jamiel.

“I’m sorry, mister...” He excused himself, quickly, trying to get away before the man could notice such a boy like himself shouldn’t be running alone in that place.

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It wasn’t the faintly smell of lillies nor the small voice that reached him first, but a energy he knew so well in the past. Mu could never forget, the universe in expanse, so small and so bright, so in need of someone, of him, to make it explode in a supernova.

The small hushed voice, wrapped in a warm thick accent, calling for him with a certain amount of hesitation wasn’t a surprise, then. Still, he couldn’t try to ever begin to make sense of Shaka, as little as the first time they saw each other, so many years ago, calling from him even more lost when they were little kids, for, this time, he was all alone.

Mu didn’t try to make sense of it, he just went with the first instinct in his heart: to take care of that child, to be his guide, to bring back his smile, to give him somewhere to feel just comfortable.

He would wonder later if that was a night delirium by his part, born of a too hot night, just as some people experienced in the desert. It didn’t matter, really.

“Hey, are you lost here?” He smiled back, walking toward the boy in small paces, as someone approaching a bird who just had escaped of its cage. “Do you want to come with me? I can make tea for us.”

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My character has accidentally taken a potion turning them into a child, with no recollection of adulthood. Send ☃ for them bumping into your character while in this state.

It was like a dream, waking up in the embrace of a lotus flower; well, not that it was a real lotus, more like a padmāsana, but still. It was so beautifully crafted, he felt he could stay there forever… Except he had no business in a sacred throne, and should probably leave before he was caught.

Albeit the intricate decoration, the temple seemed to miss life, he noticed, and for some reason that mere notion was enough to upset him a bit. Making his way outside, however, he realized there were another six temples up the hill, and at least five more on the way down. And since he had no idea where he was, to begin with, down appeared to be the easiest, safer way.

(That very thought made him wonder if he shouldn’t have taken the way towards the hilltop.)

As he explored the temples, the young boy saw warriors whom he hid from; heavily armored men he tried to avoid at all costs, as they reeked of violence and war. 

Not the last one, though.

For some reason he couldn’t quite tell, the last temple actually felt like one, even if it was mostly marble white. And there was something to the man he saw there that reminded him of monks from distant lands, beyond the Ganges and the mountains. 

“Sir?”, he called in a hushed voice wrapped in a thick accent.

That man he felt he could trust.

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