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"You're [name]!" He says, excitedly, as if you had not known this fact. "You're just how Loki described!"

Well, you could gather two things from his words.

One—this little kid knows you, and he knows you a little better than you know him.

Two—Loki has talked about you TO this little kid, and he talks about you even when you are not there. The thought makes you feel a little embarrassed and a little worried about what he may say about you.

Your expression must have been one of confusion, because he looks up at you, giddy, and starts to explain—"I wanted to meet you for so long! Bastard Munchen's manager—"

His eyes shimmer, and you could not be more confused.

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"I saw you kissing Rin."

This little boy—who you've learned goes by the name Charles Chevalier—is looking up at you with a sneaky, foxish, expression. You're staring down at him distastefully, hand on your hip and head rolled to the side. "Really, now?"

You've decided you're not the biggest fan of Charles, either. He reminds you too much of a person—ahem, ahem, Shidou—and he's not endearingly young in the same way Niko is—he is quite the ball of energy.

"Nope!"

You blink, "What?"

"Hehe, JK!"

You don't know what he means by that, but you presume it is something like a joke—because he laughs hysterically afterwards. It echoes throughout the PXG halls, and you are silent beside it. You raise a single brow, "So, you did?"

"I dunno! I'm just a contrarian!" He sticks his tongue out and holds his arms behind the back of his head. "I just kinda assumed. Seeing your reaction, I was totally right!"

A contrarian, huh? 

Looking at him now, it's not all that surprising.

Your cheeks blare pink and you suddenly feel the need to hide your face. He giggles, swinging lightly from side to side, "But I don't really care. Rin's too boring for me, anyway." He stares up at you. "Are you boring like him? Merodi says you're not, and she's totally fun!"

Ah, now you get it. He's that kind of kid—one that will look up to somebody as eccentric and plain troublesome as Merodi and think that she's the coolest person in the world. Well, it wouldn't do you wrong to entertain him.

"I don't think I'm boring," you say, looking to the side. "I'm quite fun, actually."

"Really?" Charles looks to be in awe—yet, slightly sceptical. He pouts—it's quite cute, paired with the canine that sticks out the side of his lip—and places his chin in his hands. "Hm... Prove it!"

You scrunch up your nose, "How?"

Charles smiles—unlike that of his usual impish grin—it has curled up wickedly and you suddenly get a wave of flashbacks to your time with the horny demon, "I'll show you!"

And this is how you had gotten yourself into the starkly strange situation you are in at this very moment. You are right beside Charles, crouched behind a basket of soccer balls and your knees hurt from the sitting position you are in right now—the teen boy in question is peeking his yellow eyes over the mountain of soccer balls with a smile.

"How much longer?"

You two have been sitting here for well over twenty minutes now, and having this strange little kid talk your ear off is not how you were planning to spend your "off" day.