Feathers of the past || Falkner &. Morty
“ ----------Falkner”,
Morty called at the door with a soft knocking and an equally quiet voice. The gym that worked as Violet City’s own aviary had quite a different image than the dark and gloomy place the medium owned. There were no ghosts roaming around, and the distant clapping after a presentation of the Kimono Girls couldn’t be heard.
CHANGE. It purifies and makes the subject evolve. It’s good to let the soul experiment some change from time to time. But Morty doesn’t enjoy it much. He is used to the same four walls, the same old streets, the same perfumes and the same routine. He barely leaves his city, not even to take a vacation ( he has never taken vacations before ).
And now he isn’t even that far from home. He just had to grab his bike and ride it down the road for a couple of hours, and he would reach the neighbor city. Gengar, always by his side, hid in the bike’s shadow to avoid the unpleasant sun they both were so unused to. And now he was there, at the front of the big door he used to visit years ago. Ah, the memories, so BITTERSWEET. Not the moment to get nostalgic, though.
He knocked again.
“Open up, Nesthead, it’s me, Morty”.
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