✨ ㅤwillow park。

@ᶜ˖⁺ brittany o。 *the amused grin continues to plaster at my lips, whilst listening to you intently; turning away my attention from the two as they began to roll around together, bringing my attention towards you to see your hand held out in front of me, and for a quick moment I stare at your hand; a small smile now forming as honestly I didn't enjoy the making of friends however blowing my "cover" wouldn't work so well, firmly takes your hand and gives it a small shake*
Well I'm sure they are delighted to meet each other as I am you, Brittany. I'm Bora and that tiny feathered ball is Gale. I guess I should thank you for being out here, he's been complaining about not have any friends.

@ᶜ˖⁺ bora y。 /looks over at you and smiles while I listen to your words before I let out a soft chuckle. Haha that is indeed my cat. Her name is bubbles but she never hangs out with "flying thingys" she said which are birds. I guess they are friends without me even knowing this but I guess I put myself at fault since I've lately distracted and busy lately. Oh forgot my intro, I'm Brittany but you can call me brit for short. What's your name? /smiles at you widely as I offer an handshake.

❅ ᕼOᒪIᗪᗩY ᗪᗩᘔᘔᒪᕮᗪ ❅

@ᶜ˖⁺ brittany o。 *a heavy sigh falls my lips as I lean back against the bench, words of constant nagging filling the area we were; we being myself and the little ball of feathers - my familiar Gale, his faded red feathered chest puffing out at me which earned a glare to be shot at him. bystanders awkwardly shuffling pass and who would have thought that this next creature we saw would calmly approach Gale as he perched himself on my knee - a cat, the two had a moment to stare at each other before a happy chirp echoed from and the cat in response happily showed it's affection. sitting there in awe of the interactions of the two creatures people wouldn't even believe would get along much less play together were.. well playing with each other. my attention was drawn to the two before the voice of a woman peeled it away, now just realizing you were sitting beside me; blinking a few times before giving a small nod, staring at the little bird flying above the other familiar*
Indeed he is, I take it that the other is yours. Quite a surprise to see a cat treat a bird so kindly.

@ᶜ˖⁺ bora y。 /already sitting down on the bench while texting my replies to my friends after hours of bubbles my familiar was begging me to take her there even when i told her it was my day off meaning i wanted to sleep. after i finish my replies, i looked for you before i facepalm myself because bubbles suddenly was gone. i end up getting off my bench then walk around to look for her that lasted 10 minutes before i found her playing with an familiar which was weird as because she never plays with a bird. smiling at this scene before i looked over at you with a smile, sitting beside you on the bench. Why hello there! So that's your familiar hm?

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the oscillating sound of the sirens beset his ears; his eyes were fixated upon the constant scarlet and then indigo flashing in quick succession. while his irises were captivated by familiar light, an obsidian bodiless being inked its way down from the corner of the room. the vile creature slithered over the floor before springing up to devour the innocent before he even had a chance to express his horror.

he awakened in a puddle of sweat--It no longer developed in lucid beads covering his face but a gel-like sheet that suffocated him. The salty transparent elixir that had formed from his fear dampened the earth under him. kiji rose and sat on his bottom with his legs crossed in front of him. his eyes sockets were riddled with amaranthine bruises, his cheeks hallowed in starvation. jawline embedded with the pattern of the grass, and his lips stained with his dry ichor.

he sat in silence, observing the white haze that enclosed him in that patch of grass. he shivered under the dew that had formed over him. kiji eternally stared into the frosty abyss—never blinking and his chest barely rising when he would breathe.

the sweater that once snuggly hugged his body now hung loosely from his hideous, pale shoulders. the fabric offered no relief, but instead assaulted to his feeble form with biting moisture. the tears in the gray sweater knit allowed the frigid Anemoi to slink in to punish his body. for what sins, they abused him for he knew not.

kiji continued staring at the colorless veil that swelled around him. as he stared absentmindedly into the thick fog, he dreamt of faint silhouette in the distance; an onlooker to his everlasting pain, a fellow companion, an enemy—he was unaware of the nature of this stranger made his delusions, but his desire for life compelled him to overlook all flaws in spectre.

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It's 3:40 in the morning and he lies at the base of a steep hill, soft blades of grass cold but warming beneath his body, and the soil beneath them soft... comforting. His eyes stare up at the twinkling stars, chilly air-kissed tears sliding from the corners of his eyes and from his lashes to get lost somewhere beyond his hairline. For the past two hours, he's been digging and digging, looking and scanning the area, trying to find where he buried the just-in-case money he and Ten came across some ages ago. And as much as he wants to go " it" and just go home, as physically exhausted from a day's worth of work, as much as he was dying to just go to sleep, he couldn't afford to. Financially and figuratively.

Rising to sit, he sighs and yawns with a sniffle, eyes now half-lidded and searching for his shovel. He has to try and find the money again. For his and Ten's safety, he has to try and find it. So he gets all the way up, pats himself down, and begins to search once more. He heads forward a few steps, sticks his shovel in the ground and digs a little. And he keeps doing this until he reaches the top of the hill. The outline of the city temporarily taking his mind off things and prompting him to take another break. He slips his phone out of his pocket, a bright "4:32 AM" flashing in his face before he switches over to the camera app to take a quick picture... It was refreshing: the faint glow of the stars and planes over the sparkling lights of the city, all the tall buildings and the tiny cars, the subtle and winter scented breeze blowing by... Late it may have been, but it was quite a sight. One that helped him to find his focus and one that rewarded him a burst of energy. But, unfortunately, it wasn't enough.

Mark spends another hour and a half there before calling it quits and sitting in the grass again. He doesn't understand. Last place he remembered having the money was on this very hill in the middle of this very field near the park. Where could it have been? Did someone dig it up already? Maybe he didn't look hard enough in the right places, but he literally dug that hill from the top to the bottom... And then it hits him. Right after sitting on the hill with the money, he tripped and fell, rolled down and landed some ways in front of a tree. He carved something on that tree to remember where he buried the money. What is was, he wasn't sure, but he remembers carving it.

So, with a couple of groans at the whining ache in his limbs, he heads over to the trees, shining his flashlight all over their bark for any carvings. He sees a couple of initials and I love so and so's carved into bark as he wanders about, and he starts to grow impatient, but then he lands on a tree with "You diddly " in jagged letters on it and breathes a sigh of relief. This is definitely the tree. And the money was surely there.



It's now 6:49 in the morning and he lies in a bed of flowers, splotches of dirt and mud coating his clothes, and his body beyond sore from all the work it just did. The sun has long since risen, the birds were chirping, and the passersby would look him over with curiosity or concern, but he honestly couldn't care less. His tired eyes stare up at the sky once again, curved just a little in happiness both at the beautiful colors presented before him and the tremendous feeling of delight, and he even laughs a little. All he could think about now was how fortunate he and Ten will be now that he's found what he's been looking for, how they have enough to live comfortably again at least for the next few years, how he won't have this dwelling in the back of his mind while he's working or even relaxing. He could finally BREATHE again, and the immense weight that felt never-ending had immediately subsided. The money hunting was finally over and things were starting to look up again. Now all he had to do was get ready for work.

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☪ cнecĸed。
— STROLL AROUND WITH YOUR FAMILIAR AND BAE! Please no--- fighting e u e *eyes le familiars*