Tsunnau's Room

*Tsunnau's portal led back into the room she had claimed as her own. It contained pictures of the woman whom she took the name of, so she wondered if it was her room sometimes. It also contained photos of a silver-haired child, who looked about the age of 10 when the photo was taken and of various other family members.*

He walked around a bit in his demonic form now and sighed taking on his normal form he looked at some of the pictures. "This is your place huh?"

"Yes, it is the place I am calling 'home' for the time being...I cannot place it, but I feel an attachment to this place..."

He blinked looking at her and poked her left wing with his right wing teasingly. "Maybe you grew up here?"

"Maybe...I woke up in a crypt on this estate..."

He looked at her and grabbed her hand. "I'd like to help you recover your memory."

"People say that...but I don't think anyone really wants to...do you really want to help?"

He nodded. "I know what it's like to not know your past that's why I want to help."

"..." *Tsunnau turns away, looking out the window* "...are you speaking the truth? Or do you have a motive as well?"

He blinked before walking over to her again. "I just want to help you."

"Alright...but if you don't keep your word..."

"I never break my word." He then looked away. "Unless I forget it like the same way I lost my memory but as soon as I do regain my memory I go back to keeping my word."

"...alright. I trust you."

He held her hand and looked at her. "I won't let you down."

*She 'blushed' slightly, almost inperceptively. Did he have 'feelings' for her? And did she have the same for him, being an emotionless creature?* "..."

He looked at her and blinked. "Something wrong?

"N-nothing...just thinking about something..." *Tsunnau left the room in a hurry, slightly flustered, knocking over a shelf with some photos on it, shattering the picture frames*

He picked up the shelf and started cleaning up the frames. "Hmmm..."

*One of the pictures contained a woman, obviously demon, but having an angelic presence in the photo, and a small, silver-haired child. The picture was dated from 1884, yet looked no older than the day it was taken, with the exception of a heavy coat of dust*

He picked up the photo and looked at it. "Hmm..." He then started following Tsunnau. "Hey wait up."

*Tsunnau entered the throne room, slightly flustered, blushing more noticeably now. Could that child have spoken the truth? Did she or could she have emotions?*

He walked into the throne room and looked around. "Tsunnau."

"..." *She remained silent, pondering what had been learned over the last few days...was she really an emotionless creature, or was she somehow different?"

He walked over to her. "Tsunnau....are you ok?"

"I-I'm fine...just...thinking is all..." *She turned her face away, blushing even more. What was this she was 'feeling'? Was it an emotion? Or something that happened as a result of that injection the person in the coat did to her wing?*