"Mhm..." It was a normal summer day on which a not so normal girl was sitting on a roof-top. Equiped with palette and brush she was nearly finished to give live to a piece of paper, the scaffold pointing towards a skyscrapper it wasn't hard to figure what she had nearly finished. "Mhm, no no no, not enough drama~" she said to no one but herself. "Rrrright! More drama!" Touched by the muse the girl got back to work right away, more drama was always good.

Frankly, Adam didn’t know what to do with the abundance of free time he had now. He had thought that he would come back and find his time eaten up by the hectic household of two children and one father. Instead his irresponsible siblings had matured into young adults, well capable of taking care of themselves, and that left him without much to do. It was somewhat a relief and a disappointment at the same time to see how they had changed over the four years. Instead of simply wasting his time inside the house though, Adam figured he would go for a run. The neighbourhood had changed since he last lived here, who knew what he might find now. 

Stepping outside, bright rays of sunlight greeted him although the temperature was pleasant. Before he could begin stretching though, a fairly distinct and familiar voice reached his ears. Following it back to the source, he found a sight that would have been odd if not for the person. Yuno. Only she would perch atop a house with her easel set up and palette in hand. The girl was an odd one and he hadn’t seen her much since he had enlisted; maybe only two or three times on the odd vacations he had. Wondering if she still remembered him, or at least the meals he fed her, Adam shimmied up the side of the building with ease. Landing on the tiles without much sound, he called out, “Yoh, Ms. Satsujinki, remember me?” The Ms. was a small thing on his part, something he used to use to tease the young, young girl.

Drama was needed and Drama was provided. A living body in shape of a human falling from a skyscraper was dramatical, right, right? But she needed more, the painting was just too boring, why did the girl try to paint something like that anyways? What about her creativity? Goddamn! With that she teared the picture apart, not even noticing the one and only person she could remotly call friend. But now he was there...was he away? No, he was always by her side. "Sire Roland!" Throwing her brush and palette behind her the girl clasped her hands in joy.

“T’is I,” he replied with a small bow, smiling a bit at the girl’s vibrant, although other words may have been used, energy. He never had understood why she called him Sire Roland, amongst other names, but had gotten used to getting different names upon every meeting. He could never really get bored being around her, such was her nature. Walking over to her, he tussled her hair, messing it up, as he looked at her drawing. The skyscraper resembled the building behind the canvas, a fairly nice work of art if his inexperienced self could have that opinion. It wouldn’t have looked odd if not for the falling body, but then again it was Yuno… “Anyways, what have you been up to?”

...! How could he dare! Touching a ladies hair without her consent. "Onii-chan~" Yuno pouted now, damn siscon. Regardless, he got a [i]affectional[/i] hug full of affection, tears started to flow. "I missed you so so much! Where were you?! I... I thought..." a small pause for the necessity of sobbing. "I thought you would never return!" Sob sob, that w... huh? What was that? Yuno was used to see things others could not see, but some kind of game message? Becoming an antagonist? Mhm, they didn't have to suffer and stories with good endings were lame anyways, of course she would like to be a [i]Maou[/i]!

Her angry pouting expression only served to make Adam chuckle, though he stop messing with her hair. “Oomph.” The unexpected hug knocked a bit of wind out of him, and for a moment he wasn’t sure how to respond. Instincts, dulled by five years’ time, managed to kick in though and he patted Yuno on the head gently. He remembered the last time he had to do something like this, consoling both his siblings before he left the house. “Come on now, I-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a dull *ping* that nevertheless filled his ears. Blinking, a screen seemed to have materialized in front of him with the message, [b][Do you want to be a Maou? -Y/N][/b] Blinking his eyes did nothing to drive away the message as it continued to hover in front of him. “Huh…” he murmured, unsure of what to take this as. Maou. Devil if he wasn’t mistaken. Interesting. “Yes?”