Leon wasn't sure how, but D's little brother had found yet another pack of his cigarettes. "I quit over a year ago! Where do you keep finding them?!" Leon took the pack from the toddler's hands (and the one cigarette that was too big to be held between the small pink lips). The child seemed to be sizing Leon up for the most effective response.
An indignant shriek would have been anoying, yet something easy to cope with. Crying would even help Leon to feel as though he was still allowed solid ground (to a degree). This child, of course, had to do something infinitely more disturbing. The large violet eyes (that matched the one of D's), framed by inexplicably blond tresses, blinked once, just prior to a rather disconcerting smirk.
"Hmmmm." The infant voice sent a tingle of unease down Leon's spine, just before said infant dropped to his belly, slid off of the sofa feet-first, and toddled casually back towards his room.
Leon simply watched in silence, until the pint-sized kami/human was out of sight, then he looked down at the pack of smokes in his hand. "These are what Vesca smoked," he realized out loud.
Leon's startled eyes opened, and the familiar surroundings of the pet shop guest room were replaced with the cieling of his aunt and uncle's darkened guest bedroom.
"...AND Vesca?" the detective breathed in wonder.