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[surfnsparks]

Not-So-Stomping Grounds | Senna

Once he had managed to settle in a bit, get all of his four boxes and one bag of clothes and stuffs he brought with him and generally relax, Mathieu figured it was just as good a time as any to search his new stomping grounds. Alright, so maybe no stomping on the upper floors (which was another place he should totally check out soon), but the idea was the same! New places! New experiences! …Potentially new places for him to stupidly trip down the stairs just like back home!

The only possible issue was Luxord… though the puppy apparently tired himself out when the two of them were running back and forth from the garage to their new room. Spacious thing, too. Filled with all old almost antique-looking things Mattie was half afraid to even touch. But right, the dog. The dog that was currently taking up the entire pillow and sleeping the minutes away. That could mean Mathieu had maybe…. an hour…ish? Two hours?

Using the opportunity to its fullest, he set out. Not sure where he was going exactly (maybe someone could help him find his way?) but he would be going. Going…. and going…. and then going some more. “Wow do these hallways even end? Golly.”

[nightingalexmen]

An evening with Senna.

Sunset basked the garden in an orange glow Nightingale sat perched on the eve's stairwell playing her Shamisen. Her fingers gliding across the long neck of her instrument plucking three strings sending notes echoing out mournfully across the institute's grounds. Playing often calmed her and brought her inner peace.

She sang softly to herself in Japanese looking up at the horizon a soft smile across her face as the wind sent leaves of red and orange hues floating around her gracefully on the wind.