“...So are you still pissed off about the whole kidnapping thing or are we cool now?” He needs to know if he needs to start booking it.

     Bright flashing lights and loud BANGs draw the moth from his nest deep in the woods. Unlike lightning, these flashes are yellow and orange, and there is no rain. The noises don't sound like falling trees; or anything he has ever heard before, really. It would mostly be the lights that catch his attention.      ( Another of life's mysteries. He can't focus on anything else when something is bright or shiny. )      Mothman reaches the source... or what seems to be. It's just a young human man. He didn't know humans could be so loud — but where did the LIGHTS come from? Where did they go?

‘‘Ah, so soft and cute...it reminds me of Kacchan...I wanna snuggle it...’‘Caught 1 of 6