#let him handle a pineapple haired beb

[rebelichor]

@poeticphoenix | X

Xemos' commanding voice echoed through the cafeteria. "Get back here."

"No!" a smaller voice replied without skipping a beat. Ariadne sounded far too confident for someone so short. Like she knew something that her mother didn't, and she thought herself incredibly clever when she captured the gloved hand of a familiar soldier.

Never mind Genesis was talking to others. It didn't phase the tot in the slightest, who looked at each face like the nosy little one she was.

She glanced back and startled a little, eyebrows shot up somewhere under her fringe. Her mother was marching towards them looking tired and inconvenienced with Vergil in tow. "Up?" she asked of Genesis, little arms opened up to him, as if he might be able to scoop her up and rescue her from being told off.