Ask Cooro

Quick!  Before it’s late!– Happy Birthday to the Fish-Prince!

Cooro being creepy.

    Clutching his coat close to himself as if it’d stop the wind from blowing right through him, he slowly raises his eye to meet the others two-eyed gaze.

    Staring at the bowl of soup offered, he looks back up at the boy’s face, studying it carefully.

    “…A-are you s-su-sure..?” he asks through chattering teeth, his breath fogging and then fading in the winter air.

    “T-thank you….”

    The soup heats up his numb fingers and he stares down at it, allowing himself to relish in its warmth before bringing the rim to his lips and tilting it back. He doesn’t take his time in savoring the flavor and within moments, it’s gone.

    He lowers the bowl and glances at the boy, a sudden thought occurring to him.

    “You’re welcome for the soup! My name’s Cooro!”

    Cue a welcoming grin and outstretched red-gloved hand as is customary of the child’s habits when meeting someone new. Right hand offered, the crow continues on with his own inquiry, his words hanging in the air as little puffs of fog.

    “What’s your name?” also… 

    The child’s arm slackens. “-And why are you outside in the cold when there’re a bunch of warm shops that would let you in if you asked?”

   He turns, taking her along with him, and merrily makes his way down the cobbled street. Nana’s small and warm hand fits snugly into his own, and the raven-haired boy’s chest inflates with glee.

   There’s a warm glow radiating from the people around them and the boy loves the feeling. Why couldn’t they have holidays like this everyday? He jovially trudges past some of the many shops and people with his friend in tow. Couples and the older girls give the small pair odd and knowing glances as the two of them march past. Food stalls and window shops line the the bustling market, to the boy’s delight, some sold apples, others; pies, sandwiches, a variety of fruits, scones. The raven haired boy pulls the two of them right up to one of the fruit vendors and looks over the red fruit eagerly before plucking one from the stand and holding it up to the man behind the booth.

   “Can I have this one?”

   Despite the boy’s wide grin, the man tells him of the price so Cooro fingers through the pouch at his side and hands over the few coins for the apple. Bringing the fruit to his chest, the boy turns and merrily address his friend.

+Anima doodles from a live stream at midnight that should have never happened, I will surely regret it the morning.

The pictures are really nice though. I have a headcanon that Cooro and Nana braid each others hair. Also when Husky is bored he’ll stick things in Nana’s hair like twigs and leaves, sometime flowers.