Your (e/c) hues lit up as they spotted a mask shop. You were intrigued by such things. Yoshimura warned you he had a habit of scaring newcomers, but you didn't take him seriously. That is, until he actually did it, a scream escaping your lips as you put your right hand on your chest, feeling your heart pound like it was about to
You dug your hand in, feeling around. Something smooth and paper-like was brought to your attention, and you brought it out of the bag. A leaf?
“That’s mine!” A soft voice cried out. “Uh…Russ—er, Ivan?”
A large man with platinum blonde hair several seats down stood to reveal a much smaller man in comparison, with blonde hair and a curl, underneath him. “Da, I am sorry little man.”
He had been sitting on the poor man!
The stranger stood and took several slow steps towards you. He looked more nervous than anything, but gave you a smile. “Hi. I’m Matthew Williams.”
“I’m (F/n) (L/N),” You mumbled back, face red from the tantrum earlier and meeting the man you were going to live with.
You heard a man squeal. “Mon fils has a fille!”
“Si, that makes you a grandpa Francis!” A man with an accent you didn’t recognize exclaimed.