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   But he’s not on Haku for sightseeing today, no. He’s here to do some investigating. It’s still a wonder how he ended up here on Solitude, and whether or not there are any of his kind on this archipelago. And his nose... has led him right to here. There is a scent very familiar somewhere on Haku, and as scared as Harper is to find it, he just has to know.

      But in his troubled thoughts, he didn’t mean to unexpectedly bump into someone with his head down. Harper takes a few steps back, some of the contents of his bag spilling onto the sand. Some pencils, a notebook, and two red and white balls with a little button in the middle. Keepsakes that Harper had no idea about really.

   “ O-Oh...! I-I’m so sorry. A-Are you ok...? ” Harper is quick to make sure the other individual is unharmed, ignoring the items he’s dropped from his satchel.

   But the one downside, is the outside noises. Harper’s heard howls and caws before, but never the distant bleating of goats in the middle of the night-- it’s terrifying.

      But what Harper heard in the middle of the night, tonight, was a howl he had never heard of before. It’s smooth, long, and almost startled. It certainly wakes Harper from the dead of sleep, looking about before he reaches over to rub Hugh’s shoulder.

   “ Hugh...? ...Hugh, hey... I heard howls outside... ”

   Violets are blue.

      I think you’re super sweet,

   Will you go on a date with me, Hugh? ”

      It’s a rare occasion to witness the milky white hue of the moon shine down with a different shade of the color spectrum. June twentieth, the Strawberry Moon. Harper had taken it upon himself to do a little research, curious to whether or not this moon would have any special effect on Hugh and himself.

   It turns out, the moon is only passing through a different layer of Earth’s atmosphere, nothing big or special about that; besides the rosy hue that cast over the beautiful sphere. Assured that nothing would really bother either werewolf, Harper decided that perhaps... it’d be a good time to teach Hugh a little more of what it means to be a werewolf.

      Harper watches Hugh run about and stretch his canine limbs under the moonlight. It’s like watching a child run all their energy out on a playground; and it might be all the same with Hugh being only a pup in age comparison.

   “ ...Hey Hugh? Why don’t we do something a little bit different tonight? ”

   Such gross assumptions Harper has submitted to, filled with a disgusting loneliness to match. He has half a mind to just leave and take a walk but... he doesn’t wish to be put aside by self-loathing any longer. He’s better than this. Regardless of what he feels, what he thinks, it’s still a day to get things done.

      Of course he still has Hugh on his mind-- mostly that nasty fight they had a few days back. It eats at his thoughts, torments him and pushes him to a breaking point. But today... today, he’s going to push past it. He’s going to do the adult thing and make amends, as painful it may be.

   And apparently doing the adult thing, is baking a cake. A sugar and gluten free cake, but a cake nonetheless. Orange cake, made of an orange batter and a light glaze over the top. Small chunks of orange being cut and dried into the cake to give it that tart flavor; this is possibly Harper’s favorite flavor of cake and considering it’s been awhile since he’s had a cake, why not go with what he likes?

      It smells heavenly, and ripens with the prettiest orange Harper could say he’s ever created. Nina has to agree, sniffing at it and trying to nab a bite but is only poked lightly on the head to keep her at bay. Placing a glass cover over it and setting it on the table, he inhales slowly and heads towards the bedroom, where he had left Hugh to his own devices. Giving a soft knock, Harper peeks in and forces a smile.

   “ Mm... hey... could you come out h-here for a minute...? Please...? ”

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      …It’s been nothing but prolonged silence and quick glances over the shoulder for at least a week now– maybe even longer. It’s hard to stay quiet and yet remain calm through this duration of silence. Harper wants to apologize. He doesn’t want things to continue this way, he doesn’t want this sinking feeling in his chest to pull him down into a spiraling depression. But… he just doesn’t know how to apologize.

   But now... Now there’s just been a lingering unsteadiness. Their usual exchanges were taken accordingly, small chat and all; the normal things that have occurred from day to day. But neither of them can hide this elephant in the room.

      Harper’s not sure what exactly that elephant is, but by the way he catches Hugh’s eye every now and then before the younger promptly turns away, has Harper concerned. Did he... perhaps do something wrong...? Is this about Harper’s new job as the island therapist...? Though they have comfortably discussed the matter together before, Harper still wonders if Hugh is really ok with strangers coming in to talk with Harper on a daily basis.

   That can’t be it though-- It’s... got to be something else. But Harper just can’t put his finger on it. No matter how hard he tries. And it’s an uneasy feeling that makes the wolf’s heart sink with every turn of the head Hugh gives.

      Sitting in his favorite recliner, fingers brushing through Nina’s fur, Harper sits in silence. Blue hues watching the coffee table, waiting patiently for Hugh to return from his training regime. The door clicks softly, head turning to watch the door open slowly. A smile crosses Harper’s lips, Nina’s head picking up to look as well.

   “ Hey. Welcome home, love. Did you have a good workout? ”

      ...Today is National Pet Day.

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