#gameinvadr12

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“When I close my eyes and listen to the rustling of the leaves, I can almost pretend that things are the way they used to be.”

Somewhere deep in the heart of Ventureland, a Gremlin pair was perched high in the mossy branches of a tree. They were far from the sounds of pirates drinking and carrying on, and the only sounds were the occasional call of a bird or gust of wind. Gus leaned his head back against the sturdy trunk, closing his eyes and listening closely. She was right; the sounds of kapoks and ferns were little different from the oaks and blackberry bushes of yore.

“It’s times like these that make me think that things here aren’t so bad,” he replied. “That perhaps we could have a life here, instead of pining away over what could have been.”

He felt her shift against his chest as she peered up at him. Cracking one eye open, he saw she was smirking.

He let out a low chuckle. “And just what is that look for?”

“Oh, nothing,” she replied coyly. “It’s just that your sentimental side is showing.”

“Yes, well... After keeping everything and everyone together for so long, I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”

This time, Fifinella laughed. “Many times over,” she said, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze in return.

The two of them sat there together as the jungle grew dark around them, each content and comfortable in the other’s silence. It was going to be an early day tomorrow, but neither of them wanted to leave just yet.

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“...That was the last time she and I got to be together. A few days later came the Thinner Disaster, and then the Blot Wars. The last time I saw her, she and a dozen others were flying off into a darkened sky...”