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Oi. Where's Mytho? I can't leave him alone or else he'll get into trouble. I'm his knight, you know, and it's a knight's duty to protect the prince no matter what.

[ or at least that's what the knight in the story did, whom he very much looks up to. ]

... If you won't tell me, I'll look for him myself!

[ and off he goes, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting MYTHOOOOOOOOOO ]

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Yes.

There you are!

[ he runs up to mytho and takes hold of a sleeve, as if the prince was susceptible to straying away just because no one was holding onto him. ]

Don't go wandering off, okay? Don't listen to anything the muns say, either.

Okay.

[Fakir's one of the ones who's always right, after all. So he looks down at the little knight.]

I'm sorry.

Dummy.

[ he's just going to casually pull the prince along for a bit. and then finally stops, his brow knit. ]

... How do we get back home, anyhow?

I don't know.

[One day you'll learn the futility of asking Mytho questions, young knight.]

Auuuugh, I should have known better than to ask. [ his shoulders droop, before picking himself back up again. ]

Let's just keep searching, okay? I promise I'll protect you, but you have to stay close.

Okay. I won't leave your side.

[Simple reassurances that have become habit to recite. Mytho doesn't even find it odd that Fakir is suddenly a kid again.

Of course, it would be more accurate to say that he won't leave Fakir's side unless Fakir was distracted for even a second in which either Mytho discovered animal in danger or Rue swooped in to steal him away.]

[ oh god why are you shoutingg.. ]

[ he's just going to side eye the knight. ]

Oi, have you seen a prince around?

Oh?

[Goodness, it has been a while, hasn't it? Even when the boy was small, he was certainly focused. So though he's surprised, have some praise from your prince, tiny Fakir.]

It is always good to see a young knight mindful of his duties.

Mytho!

[ not that he doesn't like the praise, but. well, he never knew mytho as a person capable of giving praise of his own volition. also, clothes. ]

Why are you dressed up like that? ... Did Rue put you in those?

[He can't hold back a chuckle at the question, but he replies seriously. To make it clearer, he offers:]

No. I chose it myself. It is a mark of my status... As I should be.

[He settles onto one knee before the boy, closer to eye level.]

I know it is strange for you to see me like this, but do you dislike it?

[ mytho is wearing different clothes, he's giving praise, and now he's chuckling. what's going on?

something clicks in the next moment when he crouches down, and fakir's eyes widen. ]

... I don't dislike it. It's almost like you're...

My, what an absolutely adorable little knight~

[ with a straight face ]

I'm not adorable.

[ smile. ]

Oh but of course you are, dear.

You're his what now?

[ Well. This is awkward. ]

[ said with a straight face. ]

Knight.

Ah, so a child's game, then. Whom do you fight?

It's not a game! I fight anyone who's a danger to Mytho!

Oh? I can't imagine he'd be in much danger at this age.

Are you a good knight?

[ well, really he puts himself in danger more than anything. sigh. ]

Of course I am. It's my fate.

[ Guess who stands up sharply at that! ]

Is it? Is it really? Who told you that?

[Oh wow Fakir was small and looked a lot like Lohengrin when he was a boy.]

You are his knight?

[ meet your idol, fakir ]

Mm.

[Oh, he's so eager. "Look at him, bursting at the seams with pride, itching to be a knight," his father's words ringing in his mind. It takes all of Lohengrin's willpower not to repeat them.]

Have you a sword?

... Not yet. [ charon won't let him have one yet; especially not the one he wants the most. ] But I can still protect him if I use a wooden one.

[The one the Knight no longer carries, left to his brother-in-law to protect his family. He isn't sure how it came into Charon's possession and the Fakir he knows hasn't elaborated on that.]

You have your eye on one, I take it? It's kind of special.

... Mm. [ this little fakir hasn't caught on that this is THE knight he's read about in the story, whom he tries to live up to, so the mention of the special sword causes him to blink. ]

How'd you know?

[He bows his head a little.]

It used to be mine. And I expect you to treat it with the utmost care.

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