#siingular

     as a storm thunders furiously through the night, sunny gazes out of a window of his estate and, in doing so, finds his attention drawn to the small, lonesome silhouette of a child curled up on the side of the street. ordinarily, he wouldn’t think too much of it; but between the pouring rain RELENTLESSLY drenching the youth and their raggedy, unkempt clothes, sunny can’t help but feel as though they don’t exactly have a place to call home. perhaps the decision is a rash and irrational one to make, but his bleeding heart spurs him to go through with it regardless.

"I suppose that that's one way to look at it, though there aren't many people tall enough who'd want to hug me," he held back a sigh, no need for hugs nowadays anyway. He did enjoy the optimistic take on it, not that he had anything against his height(just everyone's low ceilings and doors).

“Man, this place is sure gloomy huh...?”

The voice comes from above, from a teenager floating about an looking into the distance like a cartoon sailor. This world was gloomy, for sure; gloomy and foreboding, just like her home had been when she left. Maybe this one was in the same situation? All she knew was it was wet, dark and there was a kid here.

“Hm?” Six had admittedly been rather distracted when Mono had approached, busy keeping an eye out for any sign of danger. It was clear how on guard the girl was at all times, to a level that probably wasn’t healthy-- but hey, so far, it had kept the pair alive and (for the most part) safe. There were only a few scrapes, bruises and rips in their jackets to show for all the terrible danger and close encounters they had been through already. For Six, that fact was a testament to her skills. (She considered it more her ability to survive rather than Mono’s, notably.)

Surprise lit up in her eyes when she turned though and realized Mono’s signature paper bag was on the ground, whirling around further in a rush expecting to catch a glimpse at his face-- and instead, finding him wearing a rain hat in exactly the same color as her own raincoat. Even with the brim still hiding his eyes from her, Six couldn’t help but let out a tiny giggle. 

“You’re finally letting me see you, huh?” She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel at least a little honored, getting to see some of his face for the first time. Still, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she scooped up the discarded paper bag, pulling it over her own head. It didn’t fit that well, given she had tried to put it on over the hood of her raincoat; but it was still definitely there.

Slender hands pressed against the glass of the television’s sparking screen, a sharp whine of scrambled noise escaping the box as the man pulled himself from it.

He stood, form still appearing as static-bathed as any one of the programs that reran at all hours of the day.

Head turning towards Mono, who’s escape was delayed by his own disorientation, the man dusted his jacket off.