02-21-2020, 01:59 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]ooc. oh thank god
The bonfire was supposed to be something good in a lengthy drone of stressful days; the exact opposite had jolted Kazuhira back into reality, and reminded him that such pleasantries were in the past. He could remember better days, long ago, where everything was bright and new. They had been little pleasures, those things that indulged him - a picnic on a rocky beach, a pawful of beetles he'd gathered on a sunny day. The nostalgia clings to his chest, sucks out the air, leaves only the memory of air in his lungs. But still, he can try to make respite out of this. "...Thank you, Moth." The cheetah, seemingly subdued, takes a seat and says nothing more.
The bonfire was supposed to be something good in a lengthy drone of stressful days; the exact opposite had jolted Kazuhira back into reality, and reminded him that such pleasantries were in the past. He could remember better days, long ago, where everything was bright and new. They had been little pleasures, those things that indulged him - a picnic on a rocky beach, a pawful of beetles he'd gathered on a sunny day. The nostalgia clings to his chest, sucks out the air, leaves only the memory of air in his lungs. But still, he can try to make respite out of this. "...Thank you, Moth." The cheetah, seemingly subdued, takes a seat and says nothing more.