“…final judgement,” Neuvillette’s voice rang out clear throughout the courtroom, marking the convict as guilty and to be sent to the Fortress of Meropide for a six month sentence. His power rang clear, everybody knowing of his stern gaze and final words that would not be denied.

Yet nobody could really focus since…the Creator was in his lap and playing with his hair.

Neuvillette maintained his dominating facade, but it was hard to take him seriously when the young Creator twirled and tangled his hair with gusto. Even the convict barely listened as he stared at the Creator with a tender look….hard to believe this guy robbed a bakery. The audience in the courtroom all seemed to sigh happily as they watched the Creator play, their innocence basking people’s faces in pure joy.

“…I said final judgement,” Neuvillette repeated, glancing at the guards. The two guards shook themselves out of stupor and surged forward, grabbing the convict and bringing him away. “…court concluded. Everybody is dismissed,”

A collective sound of disappointment followed as the crowd dispersed, some sending fleeting glances back at the Creator and Neuvillette, hoping to retain the memory of the Divine being playing with the ludex’s hair.

As the courtroom finally emptied, Neuvillette sighed tiredly and sunk back in his chair, glancing down at you in his lap. “…Your Grace, I don’t believe playing with my hair was necessary. This is the first court session where nobody seemed to be paying attention to what I was saying at all….I must admit, I’m quite shocked that you simply playing was enough to take everybody’s attention,”