The midnight air was crisp and clean--the first true sign that fall was approaching. The leaves had yet to begin changing in mass; instead only a few orange gems dotted the trees like little treasures waiting to be plucked from their resting places. As Sekou walked up the slight incline to one of the various miniature mountains surrounding the Falls, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
It had been years since he had first come to live at the Disillusioned Mansion and meet the cast of strange characters that dwelled there, and in those years he'd spent a great deal of time thinking about one in particular. Mocha.
The female was somewhere behind him, no doubt entranced by a wayward firefly or something of the like. He didn't fear for her here--it was so rare for him to even be seen at the house that no one cared to notice when he was gone. Likewise, everyone knew of Mocha's flighty, youthful nature. It would be a long while before Nara began worrying about one of her charges.
Finally reaching the top, Sekou turned his head back to the path, ears upright and listening carefully. "Mocha? You're going to miss the display." He said as casually as possible in spite of the fact that his heart was beating like a hammer inside his ribcage.
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It had been years since he had first come to live at the Disillusioned Mansion and meet the cast of strange characters that dwelled there, and in those years he'd spent a great deal of time thinking about one in particular. Mocha.
The female was somewhere behind him, no doubt entranced by a wayward firefly or something of the like. He didn't fear for her here--it was so rare for him to even be seen at the house that no one cared to notice when he was gone. Likewise, everyone knew of Mocha's flighty, youthful nature. It would be a long while before Nara began worrying about one of her charges.
Finally reaching the top, Sekou turned his head back to the path, ears upright and listening carefully. "Mocha? You're going to miss the display." He said as casually as possible in spite of the fact that his heart was beating like a hammer inside his ribcage.
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