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Morro decides children are his least favorite type of people. In small quantities, sure, but when it comes to three kids, two of which are absolute gremlins he’s definitely unprepared and out of his element.
Nellie is only a couple feet from him, way too close to his personal space. Actually, she’s most definitely in his personal space by now.
Turns out Wyldfyre is just as talkative as Nellie, just louder…so much louder.
Morro sighs, smoothing back his hair as he tunes back into the red haired girl’s rapid explanation in something called Starfarer.
“Fritz Donnegan is the coolest person ever! I want a space gun like his for my birthday so I can blast bad guys! Sora watched some of it with me and it is the most epic thing I’ve ever seen. Even better than two ravens fighting over scraps! Those guys can brawl surprisingly! At least some of them, probably one of the smarter ones of the tribes. In an underhanded way. They remind me of the goo aliens in Starfarer sixty three- did you know there’s over one hundred films all with Fritz—“
Morro sighs, turning his head towards Euphrasia. Maybe she’ll be kind enough to ward off the evil children plaguing him.
To his surprise Euphrasia actually spares him, coming over to Wyldfyre and tapping on her shoulder.
“Can you ask Auntie Nya when dinner is?”
“Why can’t you?” Wyldfyre grumbles, looking over at her with a frown.
“I’m setting the table. I know how much you hate getting all the dishes out.” Euphrasia replies, earning a groan from the red head who pulls the other girl along.
“C’mon, Nell. Let’s go get Auntie Nya.”
Morro watches them go, breathing out in relief when they’re out of sight. He turns back to Euphrasia and crosses his arms.
“Took you long enough. They were driving me crazy!” he huffs.
At least he can think straight now.
He never wants to be a babysitter again.
Fsm- what if he has to babysit again?
He’s sure he’ll die twice!
“They weren’t that bad. Wyldfyre is actually very relaxing to listen to while reading.” Euphrasia disagrees, opening the cabinets and pulling out the dishes she can actually reach.
“Do you tune her out?”
“No, of course not!” Euphrasia gives him an unimpressed side eye, carefully setting the plates and cutlery on the table. “She always has an interesting opinion on things. She’s fiercely brave too- probably the bravest person I know. Even when Kai was hurt she came and got me despite being so worried.”
“Yeah, but she’s so loud.” Morro mutters, spinning a plate on his fingertip. It goes round and round and he’s about to send it twirling once again when his neck prickles. Slowly he scans the area, searching for the source of the ghostly chill that most definitely didn’t come from him.
He felt something- someone.
There’s another presence like his nearby.
It’s familiar though, like an old friend or a place you’ve been once before, but remember it clear as day.
He doesn’t see anything, but knows it’s close by.
It must be in another room…
“-ya seemed pretty upset, but I think she’ll warm up to you. I know she’s protective, but she’s also accepting. She just needs to understand that you’ve changed.”
Euphrasia’s voice draws him back to reality and he looks at her and all the dishes laid out, but one. He glances at the plate in his hands and he gives it to her.
“Thanks.” she smiles at him and Morro only nods.
He needs to find wherever this spirit is.
He’s sure it’s a spirit- it must be.
The feeling is too familiar.
Perhaps an old friend from the cursed realm?
Feels too warm for that.
“Morro?”
The ghost looks up, meeting the young master of wind’s eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
Morro scoffs, leaning against the table. “I’m fine, just thinking of ways to avoid your aunt’s water. It may not kill me according to your snake witch, but it’ll probably hurt like hell.” he glances at his black nails, noting the sharp edges that never go away.
“Alright, if you say so.” Euphrasia’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t say anything else.
It doesn’t take long for Nya to get to the kitchen, immediately glaring the ghost down. Her eyes say it all and Morro sighs, pushing himself up.
“I’m going to look around. Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.” he mutters, stalking off. He can hear Nya call back at him not to try anything, but he ignores her.
It’s time to catch a ghost.
Morro begins his search throughout the monastery, narrowly phasing through a wall to avoid the wolf woman’s eyes. Most of the bedrooms are completely empty of ninja. One of the rooms is missing an entire window and the others either have neatly made beds or completely tangled blankets.
Still, no ghost.
He expands his search to the dojo and meditation room.
Nothing.
Not a sign of a spirit in the library either.
Finally he arrives at the last room. He stops at the door, staring at it. He can sense and see the aura of the spirit through the wall. It’s right there- so close.
Morro pushes the door open, coming to a stop in front of the golden glowing orb. He looks at it, eyes searching it for that sense of familiarity.
The orb just circles him, glowing brighter and brighter.
“Who are you?” Morro asks, eyes narrowing on the circular shaped spirit.
“ Morro. ”
The ghost nearly chokes on a nonexistent breath, stepping back. He can’t seem to take his eyes off it, completely frozen.
“Father?” the words drop from his mouth, unable to stop them from forming.
“Protect him . He will need you.”
With that the orb dissipates right in front of his eyes.
“Fa—Sensei, wait!” Morro shouts, but he’s met with silence. The spirit is no longer here and his skin no longer prickles with the sense of home. He grinds his teeth, fists clenching so tightly his knuckles turn white.
“Protect who! Who am I supposed to protect?” he yells, voice echoing slightly in the partially empty room.
He feels hollow .
“Dammit, old man! Why can’t you ever just answer normally!” Morro growls in frustration, punching a wall.
No pain comes and he sighs, sinking to a sitting position beside his father’s old cabinet, an empty placeholder for a long lost flute on top.
Looks like Wu couldn’t survive the rest of his life without getting cursed too.
Like father like son.