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[HUGO]

Hugo gazed over his sister's shoulder, too-blue eyes obscured by the black veil he typically wore over them, though the glow of the bioluminescent irises was visible across the silver-and-white fur of his face nonetheless. He'd pose an intimidating figure one day, but for now, he was but a scared child.

Or, more likely, he was doing a grand job of pretending to be. Until he inevitably opened his mouth, anyway.

Hugo's ears pinned back against his head as Sakura stepped forward, and for a moment he feared—genuinely feared—that she'd speak against them. But whatever Gods existed were in the Rosencratz children's favour, it seemed. He breathed an audible sigh of relief, ruffling some of Yvonne's hair with the small gust. "Yeah, what she said," he spoke up, whether for better or worse yet to be seen albeit, "the old bastard was gonna kick the bucket soon anyways. Dunno who did it, but if y'ask me, they put 'im out of 'is misery."

Of course, by 'him' he actually meant 'me', but whatever. Now was not the time to trauma dump.