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That's because they do nothing for me. Power and status are too complicated, so I can't use them to get what I want.

[What on earth can be gained without power and status??? aside from like, gardening.]

....What is it you want?

To find where I belong.

[simply]

Where you belong?

[This is a totally weird and foreign concept to this guy apparently, he's just staring in confusion.]

Where I can stop. Is it that weird?

Stop...?

[He leans forward, genuinely interested, and also openly confused.]

I can't say if it's weird or not. It's not something I've heard before.

I got the idea last time I was summoned. I thought it was something a human would understand.

Is it...

Tell me more, about the last time you were summoned?

I was summoned by the leader of a band of mercenaries, last time. He wasn't the leader then, he was just a kid, but we contracted for a long time for a human.

[three hundred years is a long time, okay. plenty of time for non-gjallarhorn illegal summonings. and this maybe explains his clothes.]

Edited 2017-02-25 02:24 (UTC)

And he convinced you to want a place to belong.

[In context it makes a bit more sense, but it also sounds a bit tragic. Well, the world is full of tragedy, that's nothing surprising.]

We were finding it for him and his. It made sense.

A place to belong....

Did you ever find it together?

[He's guessing not, since it's still a desire.]

I think he found it. He wouldn't have stopped, just because of what happened to me. He knew I wouldn't let him stop.

Were you that set on the goal?

[What a strange thought. But maybe it's not that removed from McGillis' own intentions, if it's stripped to the bare bones. His are just...Less pure, he supposes. Quite a bit more calculated than an orphan's wish most likely.]

If you summon a demon to get something done, it's getting done.

[his demeanor has gone intense, eyes... a little scary maybe, in their conviction.]

I won't let you stop, either.

[That's actually a rather good look, McGillis thinks.]

Good. I'll be counting on you then.

Do.

[...another cookie.]

[I'm gonna start feeding you fruit child.]

Though out of curiosity, what happens if I do stop before my goal?

[No way in hell that is happening but. He's curious.]

[fruit is also good.]

You don't.

[simply, that terrifying spark still in his gaze.]

Hm. Well, it's not an option anyway.

Shall we retire for the night? Of course you're free to roam as you please, but tomorrow we start working together.

Sure.

-Oh, but if you get me clothes, make sure they aren't too tight. Unless you want someone to notice my Alaya Vijnana.

Ah... Yes. I'll keep that in mind.

[stands, snagging another few cookies and shoving them in his pockets.

get that boy some nuts or grapes or something.]

'Night.

[Snack packs is going right on the list of things to get Mika.]

Goodnight, Mikazuki.

[He stands and clears the things away, and then, well, the only thing left is to review his plans for the next day and sleep.

The morning brings the smells of coffee and breakfast. Cooked by a servant, not McGillis.]

[Mikazuki checks out the gardens, then the entire estate, before finally settling enough to return to his (uncomfortably lavish) room. He manages a catnap before the smell of food wakes him, and he follows the scent like he's been blown in on the breeze, entirely casual and entirely unfitting to his surroundings.]

Edited (s-spotted a typo) 2017-02-27 03:48 (UTC)