"- hmmm, can we get a light? I'm, not too comfortable in the dark."
He couldn’t help himself but chuckle at these words.Somehow he had to think of Rogue and how he loved the dark, so Sting wasn’t really allowed to light anything up. But now, he could and he smiled, waving his arms in a joyful way. Suddenly there were little lights like fireflies.
“Of course ~”











