stirred slightly in his sleep to the sound of something crashing in the kitchen, but he rolled over and tried to ignore it; there couldn't

possibly be anything in his house, and he couldn't be bothered to get out of bed when he had just gotten so comfortable.

He laughed at the vase he'd pushed onto the floor, purple shards spread across the kitchen's tiles. "Shows that Vittra, moving into my

house." He flew over to a crystal candleholder, pushing that too, after a bit of struggling-- Stupid objects were bigger than him!

had nearly fallen back asleep when the sound of something shattering caused him to jump in to a sitting position. His eyes peered through

the darkness of his bedroom as though it would give him answers. He sat motionless, listening and sensing for anything... then he heard a

second shattering sound. Cursing under his breath he stood up and shoved his glasses up his nose, and pulled a robe tightly against his

body. He slid in to a pair of slippers and delicately opened the bedroom door before tiptoeing down the hall as quietly as possible.

The fairy continued his way around the kitchen, making milk (fresh milk, he noted proudly) go sour, eggs rot, and a variety of other

inconveniences.

practically growling to himself in frustration at having been pulled from his sleep at such an unreasonable hour; he would surely kill

whatever creature had decided to disturb his home. He narrowed his eyes as he glared in to the dim kitchen that was scarcely illuminated by

the waning moon outside.

Peter's ears pricked and he turned around to see the huge Vittra behind him "B-bloody--!"

Berwald hadn't actually *seen* the small fairy like being until it spoke up, it's tiny voice just barely reaching his ears. He lowered his

gaze and glowered at the tiny *thing*... This was the thing that had destroyed his kitchen?!

O-oh god, that glare-- Despite his slandering of the male earlier, seeing him in person made him shake in his velvet green boots.

stepped in to the kitchen slowly as he debated the best action for executing his extreme fury towards the foolish beast in his house.

He flailed his arms desperately, sensing his imminent doom. "W-why hello there!"

didn't need the light to know that the creature was growing somewhat worried and fearsome. He couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction as

he continued to close the space between them. He would feel guilty killing him... but no one intruded in his house so rudely... and no one

should have dared to wake him from his sleep.

[[Wow, Vittra!Svi's pretty dark. XD]]

"U-um...." He wanted to be noticed, but not like *this*! "O-our house is nice, right? Homey!"

(( He has mood swings. He is either apathetic and doesn't care about anyone, or angry and wants to kill them. ))

"Our?" He inquired darkly, wondering how on earth this creature had thought that *they* shared a house.

Now that, that made him mad. "Oi! It would be *my* house, if you hadn't moved in!"

"Didn't see a sign on th' door, an' y' didn't exactly stop me." He countered in a low, growling tone. How dare the fairy try to say that it

*his* house.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Other fairies, they can tell I live here! You... you tallings," he hated using the phrase coined by

his brother, "you can't tell, though!"

"Maybe y' shoulda said somethin'." He spits out. "'s my house now."

"*Our* house," he corrected, a sudden smile breaking out over his face. "I've never had a human friend!"

"HUMAN?" He roared angrily, his eyes practically glowing with rage as his hand swooped down in one fell movement to clutch the creature

tight enough to show his strength, but not so harshly that it would hurt him.

Peter squeaked at the feeling of being pulled through the air, swallowing to calm himself. "W-well, you're not a fairy, and you don't have

ears, or fangs--" he makes a biting motion, "so you're human! Human-formed Vittra!"

glowers at the foul fairy. "Vittra are *not* human."

"Y'look like 'em! So that's how you're classified! Witches are human, wizards are human..." He paused. "Oh wait, are you guys immortal?"

nods silently, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he raised the fairy up to be level with him.

"Oh, then. I guess you aren't human!" He smiled broadly, wings flitting behind him. "I'm Peter! How 'bout you?"

That was it?... He stared at the creature with anger that was slowly turning to complete confusion as to how quickly its expression had

brightened up. Though he did owe it at least the decency of giving his name, even if he would only kill it later. "Berwald."

"Berwald!" He laughed, trying the name out. "That's funny to say!" The Vittra's confusion was understandable; the mercurial pixie baffled

a lot of people.

"Peter's boring to say." He countered with a frown, unsure of whether or not Peter was poking fun at his name. He assumed it was better to

assume the worst in this situation.

"Boring? Y'think? Peter, Peter, Peter. You have to kinda lilt your wonds like my accent." He offered a toothy grin.

"Peter... Pee-ter... Pay-ter..." He tried to mimic the lilting intonations of the high, chirpy voice of Peter, but it was difficult thanks

to the fact that his voice was the exact opposite, and was much lower than many men he'd met. He frowned; the *thing* had made him sound

like an idiot.

"Wow, you actually tried it! Awesome!" If it was possible, his smile grew even more, wings twitching happily. He put on a scowl, grumbling

out in a gruff voice, "Berwald."

a slight laugh of amusement escaped his lips before he could stop it. He covered it quickly with a serious frown, though he couldn't deny

that Peter did seem very amusing, and while he didn't mind the monotony of caring for the animals every day, it did get quite boring.

He bit back a grin at the Vittra's laugh, seeing that he was the type to grow more introverted if socialization was pointed out. "It feels

so nice to be acknowledged!

(( awww. XD ))

*"

glared at Peter. Despite his dark expression the words struck a soft nerve in the Vittra's chest. There had been a time when he, too, had

yearned to be acknowledged by someone. Those days had long passed, and he had quickly learned that humans and Vittra's did not mix well...

Peter felt a bit uneasy at the glare, but smiled again, wings flitting. "My brother was always like--" he pauses, pressing the top of his

nose up, mimicking a pig, and continued in a squeaky voice-- "'Peter you can't let the tallings see you, Peter you gotta play it safe, Peter

causing mischeif like that is only gonna get you in trouble.' Such a mom he is... Was..." It'd been a while since he'd seen his brother.

taken back by the talk of a brother. He vaguely remembered thinking that he had a brother of some sort at some point... or maybe it was just

someone that he had been close to... or maybe it had been a dream. He shook his head and set Peter down. "Clean up y'r mess."

"My...?" He looked down at the shattered glass on the floor. Oh, if only his brother were there now, cleaning freak. "D-do you have a dust

pan or anything...?"

Berwald huffed indignantly and turned his back to Peter as he walked to a small closet to pull out cleaning supplies that were nearly as

large as Peter was. He held them out to the small boy, somewhat entertained at the image it gave.

He looks at the objects, pouting a little, resisting the urge to throw a tantrum. "Could you just set the dust pan down right there?" He was

scared by the shards of glass that could probably cut him in half.

nodded and set the dust pan down. He held a large hand held broom to Peter... though while it was hand held to the large man, it looked

larger than Peter was. He waited to see what the boy did with it.

Peter eyed the hand broom, pushing at it, but he could barely move it, and doubted it would be of any use. He pushed the shards of glass

into the dustpan, trying to be careful and avoid cutting himself, though it was slow work.

Despite still being cross with Peter, Berwald couldn't help but feel bad for making such a tiny creature do all of the work. He lifted Peter

with a huff and set him on top of a table; he then moved about quickly to clean up the mess that would have taken Peter hours.

"Eh--" he squeaked again at the sudden grab-- This was a habit he'd have to break Berwald from-- and looked down. "You sure? I mean, I made

the mess." Things like 'You made the mess, you clean it' had been engraved into him by his brother.

"Y' took too long." He answered brusquely with a shrug. As much as he hated cleaning up others messes, it was something he had gotten used

to from living on a farm. One couldn't exactly tell a cow to pick up after itself; and even if Peter had been willing, he did the job much

more efficiently, so there was no reason to waste the time in allowing him to play for hours at cleaning.

"Oh. Okay then." He flopped into a sitting position, legs dangling off the edge off the edge of the counter, swinging them. "Hey Berwald,

what kinda animals d'you got?"

Berwald shrugged, not wanting to list all of his animals.

(( oh yeah, don't bother to list a mermaid on it. ))

Peter blinked, but didn't let the lack of a response deter him. "They're loud, too!" He tried to imitate the sound of what was obviously a

cow's moo.

He rolled his eyes and dumped the broken glass in to a trash can. He glared at Peter, refusing to show let him know that he'd found the

sound to be funny. "Don't break m' stuff again."

"Ah... Okay!" The reason he was breaking the stuff was to make a statement, and to rebel against Berwald moving into his house. But he was

actually a nice guy! He wrinkled his nose, recalling. "Best if you don't touch the milk, either..."

turned his attention to the milk in confusion. "Eh?"

"I can turn milk sour!" He beamed in pride of his meager abilities. "...But, bad thing is, I thought you were a meanie, so I turned yours

sour."

"A meanie?" He asked seriously, his mouth pointing downwards in to a frown. He had been called many things in his life, but he was pretty

sure that this was the first time anyone had called him a *meanie*.

(( /IS LOLLING SO HARD oh god the mental image of shocked Svi ))

"Yeah! Like, someone who is mean." He nodded self-assuredly, proud of the (unrequired) definition.

frowns blankly. He had known perfectly well what a meanie was; he was just perplexed as to why he had chosen that term. He wasn't mean, was

he?

"...Did I not explain good enough? Maybe you haven't met many meanies before." He flitted his wings, nodding.

He shook his head with a frown. "I'm goin' t' bed."

"Hmm. You sleep on a weird schedule." It was the middle of the day for the fairy. "Enjoy your sleep!"

nodded, not bothering to ask what he meant. "Don't break anythin' else..." He warned darkly before walking back towards his room.

"I won't!" He waved enthusiastically, waiting till the Vittra was out of view before fluttering into a flour holster, where he usually

slept. He'd made a friend!