@castilium
Ah, it’s her again. They have to stop meeting like this otherwise she may start thinking he’s ALWAYS in a bad mood! He looks like a dog that’s been kicked. The way he sits at the corner underneath a shed, away from prying eyes. Or at least he had thought. She spotted him easily. When she approaches closer, he curls in himself, arms wrapped around his small frame.
He could easily had gone home but he didn’t want to be alone at the house.
“You’re.....Mas....hoo right?’ Not even close, but he’ll get her name real soon.












