Sillyfish24601

    A lean man runs his hands through fluffed-up hair, checking his reflection several times in the mirror. He'd dressed up nicer than normal, cuff and coat buttons polished, shoes shined. A bouquet of the first flowers he'd seen that morning were in his hands, pocketed with whites, yellows and purples.    "(Y/N)'s sure going to be surprised, right Anti?" He looks down in mild surprise, a smirk still across his lips. Large, childish eyes stare up at him, belonging to a short, boyish fellow.    The Irishman chuckles, his own heterochomatic pair narrowed in anticipation. "Ethan, my young friend, this is her lucky day." He leans forward to k

    For some reason, it surprises you that Dark walks so quickly. He doesn't seem to be a swift creature, but it takes two of your own footsteps just to match one of his. Occasionally he'll look over his shoulder to see if you're keeping up, and eventually, sighing, he slows down a smidgen. You say nothing.    "Ah, Damien, I see we have a new guest."    You turn around in surprise, where a man seems to have materialized. Compared to Dark, he almost looks soft, in a way. Large brown eyes scan your form almost playfully, running his thumb over his bushy mustache in thought. Then, he beams at you, while you stare up at him almost questioning