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Cale Henituse hasn't met Choi Han yet. These were times where he spent his days and nights, absent mindedly spending time with the children he picked up on a whim...
He would say it was a whim but no one can deny he did it with intention. If he accepts that fact, he'd say it's selfish intentions.
Yet, with selfish intentions he would allow the children to come to his side, and he'd hum a tune. A sweet sounding tune, one that most knows.
A lullaby that most parents would sing to their children. Different yet similar nonetheless.
Hush little dragon, don't you cry,
Safe when you hear this lullaby.
Sweet little kitties, don't say a word,
Come and be shielded by the silver bird.
Ohn, Hong, and Raon were once more safe and sound. Snuggled in one bed with their guardian, they felt safe and sound.
Long ago, Raon couldn't imagine hearing such a tune. He'd hear sounds no one liked. Sounds that caused one to flinch.
Long ago, Ohn and Hong would rarely feel comforted. They'd hear screams and shouts, ruckus from the dangerous alleys.
But that was long ago.
Now, they didn't have to sleep on the cold and hard floors, no longer sleepless or paranoid.
Now, the three children listens to soft humming and assuring words from the guardian that fate had led them to. This one person that randomly saw something in them... Although wary, they liked this feeling. They hoped it lasts.