He had been wandering around for a while trying to remember where the hell he was meant to be going, it was going as well as normal, meaning he had no idea where he was going as he got completely distracted half a dozen times in one minute by several different things. He stopped to look around in the middle of the street, he didn't care if there was a wide berth around him or that people were looking at him as if he was some sort of alien. He just had a grin on his face as always, his hands went to the back of his head as he looked up to the sky "I wonder where we are and what we're meant to be doing here" he pondered to himself more than anyone else but he wasn't exactly whispering, those around him could hear his words quite clearly.

"Psst..." he heard from his left side making him turn his head "Yeah? Do I know you?" he asked confused, he asked that question so often it may as well be his mantra at this point. "No, you don't know me, you idiot. You're in the town of Silva, how can't you know where the hell you are?" the pompous voice laughed "Well, easy... I'm blind, so, tell me who's the idiot now" he quickly commented back his voice cold his smile gone for a brief moment before it was back on his face. "Sorry, what were we talking about?" he asked with a confused tone, completely genuine as if he had no idea what the hell was going on and the previous conversation didn't happen. With a shrug, he just walked off his hands moving back against his head as he tried to remember what he was meant to be doing once more.

He eventually got to a gate of what he could guess was a very fancy if not gaudy estate from the mana he could feel of it, he could hear a man and a woman fretting that they wouldn't be able to go to some garden party in the royal capital. "Is this where I'm meant to be?" he asked himself as he pushed open the gate and walked down the pebblestone path, given that he was barefoot you'd think that he would have felt the stones biting into his feet but as he had always walked this way they were as hard as leather boots on the sole. "Is there something wrong?" he asked calmly tilting his head a little the man and woman looking at him and his Black Bull mantle "At last, we thought that they weren't going to send someone!" the woman almost shouted at him.

He wasn't a big fan of being yelled at, especially when he didn't know what the hell he had done wrong "So, I'm meant to be here?" he asked innocently making the parents of the two look at him in disbelief "Is this some sort of joke?!" the father said getting into his face making the white-haired teen move back and smile "You need a breath mint if you're going to yell at me like that" It was clear that he gave not two damns about what was said about him or if he was reported at the end of the day, what was it going to do to him in the long run? He had memory loss and it could be explained away at the end of the day "I asked you a question!" the father growled "You did? What was it?" he asked genuinely.

This just made the man walk over and try to hit the white-haired youth who dodged it with some ease "I'm blind but I can hear an angry bear when it approaches." he said tilting his head to the side "Since you don't want my help, I'll be going now... not that I even know what I'm meant to be doing here." he said turning on his heel and starting to walk away from the woman frantically trying to get her husband to stop him, he heard her say that they would be the laughing stock if they didn't turn up to this event. As much as the man didn't like it, and knew that the Black Bulls were trouble at the best of times they had little to no options left to them "Wait, we need a babysitter for our son Borat." Advent turned again "I get to play games?!" he seemed really excited at that prospect.

"Well, yes, but there are rules." the mother tried to explain to him as he walked up the steps "Like what?" he asked not that he'd remember in around a minute "He can't be hurt, we don't want him to cry and you must cater to his demands." Advent just brought his hand up and casually waved them goodbye as he entered the house only to be met by a five-year-old that was running right towards him with a dagger. Advent sidestepped to the left and turned as the black-haired kid went full force into the door stabbing it. "Must have been a very bad door for it too deserved to be stabbed." he said not realizing that he was in fact the target and the brat was now pouting. Had he realized then he would have likely been asking if the normal babysitter was dead and not just sick.

"So, what's your next game?" he asked "I mean now you've murdered the door." he didn't get an answer and listened as the boy ran upstairs. Advent remained where he was, he wasn't stupid enough to fall into any trap that the other was up to, well, that was until he smelt fire and walked up the stairs to the boy's bedroom "Whoops, seems like you really are a firebug." he said moving his hand forward, he had mist, it wasn't quite like water but there was enough moisture within it to put out the small fire he had created. He decided to pick him up and move towards the bannister and had him look over it "Believe me, it hurts to fall from this height if you aren't careful." his voice was happy but it was clearly a warning for him to behave or an accident would happen.

Moving down the stairs with him nor by walking of course but sliding down the bannister the boy started laughing hard "Wheee" was all that could be heard from him which made Advent laugh "You never done that before?" he asked "Steffie doesn't allow me." he said with a pouty huffy voice "Who's that?" he asked taking him to the kitchen and putting him on the counter while he tried to remember why they were in the kitchen in the first place. "My babysitter." he said with a huff "Ah, seems like she's no fun." he said bringing out a whole bunch of marshmallows "She's not." he huffed again. Advent took his hand and the marshmallows and took him outside into the backyard. "What we doing?" the boy asked whining not liking that he was being manhandled by the help

"Something fun at least for you." he said picking up a twig and thrusting it through a marshmallow. "Put your fire to use make a flame." he said waiting to feel the heat of the small flame near him, he took a step back because it was clear this kid was ready to set him on fire, he did keep the marshmallow over the heat before handing it to him "What's this? it's on a dirty stick." he complained "Will you just shut your mouth and try it... pretty please?" he said with a grin, with a grumble the boy took the stick and bit into the warm gooey marshmallow and instantly pulled out another one as soon as he was done. It was like that for a while until he ended up in a sugar-induced coma. Advent put him on a lawn chair where he rested until the parents returned sometime later "How was our angel?" the woman asked Advent shrugged

"Don't know never met one." with that he headed towards the door and opened it "By the way, the door was murdered." he commented before he left the house not really knowing if the parents were bewildered by his statement or not, but then, they'd find the dagger in the door soon enough.

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