Yuki's eyes widened slightly at her sudden movements, though he soon smiled. She must've been surprised. Soon a pale hand slipped between his shoulder and neck, soft words questioning how long she'd been sleeping -- how long they'd been lying like that. A faint laugh made his lips widen into a small grin, she was quite cute. "I'm not too sure myself, maybe an hour or a bit less. Even so, don't move just yet." He purred softly.
She reminded him of a kitten, yawning and arching her back in cat-like awakening. Before whispering words he half-expected. Yuki sighed exaggeratively, reaching a pale hand up and getly stroking her head and smoothing her hair. "Daichi is fine, he's the one that told me to stay here in the first place. If he'd needed me, he'd have called. Enough about him anyway, you're acting like his mother."
The familiar, condescending voice that rattled through the air made Daichi's lips once again twitch into that expression of indescribable hatred as Changeling derailed into her usual criticising mutterings.
"They're absolutely fine." The brunette mumbled at the small girl before him. Though his strides were long, her quick steps managed to keep her in front and leading as if he didn't know where he was going -- this was good, as the boy most likely couldn't find that lady's tent from Renfield's.
Red dust almost blinded him, reminding Daichi that it would be best to focus on following her as killing he would most likely get him killed as well -- though on second thought, dying and dragging a horrible person down with him wasnt quite a bad deal.
In his web of thoughts, he hasn't realised the small girl had ceased walking and ended up nearly tripping over her. He managed to catch himself and steady Changeling in the process before hastily whispering an "I'm really sorry, really sorry." as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
At least he was back, and maybe he'd be able to sleep a bit. Instead, maybe it was better to practice. He hadn't told any fortunes in a while. His pale fingers gently pushed the curtain / door / whatnot aside as he entered the drooping tent. "Practising would be good, maybe I'll ask her if she'll let me
His thoughts paused, unable to be completed in his current state of surprise. His breath caught in his throat and his body seized up, chestnut eyes wide and questioning. No, he didn't want to know the answer. His lips parted in a soft, feminine squeal. Daichi simply turned around, pressing his hands to his face in either an attempt to see no more or one to scrub his eyes clean of what he'd already seen.
He should've known better than to leave those kids unsupervised.
“Born To Blossom, Bloom To Perish”