WISHING WELL — LANTERN WISHES

rinto took a deep breath, padding over. the bandaids on his legs irritated him and he wanted to claw them off, but then the clan would see his scars. would any of them care though? he narrowed his eyes in thought as he observed the scene. lantern... wishes? he saw everybody doing it, and he was filled with an immeasurable sadness. he realized that everybody had at least one friend here, but he didn't really feel any kinship to anybody. thinking of what he'd want to wish, he grabbed a pen and was about to write when he realized he couldn't write.

his eyes got watery as he looked around. marcellus didn't know how to write, but the others seemed to. pincher was preoccupied with his son, he didn't want to bother him. picking up the lantern and his pen, he carefully made his way over to vandal, trying not to cry. he felt awful, being useless, being unable to write. "h-hey, vandal, do you think you could help me? c-could you write something like, 'i want some friends?'" he spoke, voice trembling. "sorry, that's... really stupid," he thought, looking down at the ground, embarrassed.

[member=1498]VANDAL R.[/member]