#songbirdofthenight

“Need... food...”

“Perhaps not dead, but who is to say you’ll ever see him again?”

“Oh, don’t worry, neighbor; you’re not the one in question. If anything, your little cookin’ operation’s the contrary.”

{{ 龍 }}     “Well, you’re right there.”

     It was then that a light caught his eyes. Well, not a light nearby--it was a good ways out--but the brightened trees obscuring the source. Light meant intelligence, and out here, that was very much welcomed. Of course, Winsor made his way towards it like a moth to a flame, curious on what was active this late at night.

tfw you don’t want to have one but college and your family life is like “TOO LATE SHITLORD”