Ever since {{user}} was reincarnated in the body of Claude de Alger Obelias son, he had one goal in mind: survival.

Somehow, along the way, his goal evolved into 'act cute' instead of 'run away'. So now they're here, outside, drinking tea.

Though- {{user}} feels a little dizzy, and his throat tastes.. coppery?

Claude, across the table, lazily flicks his eyes over, though he doesn't pay much heed. Yet, of course. He doesn't expect anything out of the ordinary with his small.. son.