Suggested Music: "Lucir Shadow"-ARForest & YUMU This shouldn’t have happened.
The ride back to the Wesley house is a relatively peaceful one. Lillian isn’t charging at seventy miles per hour (like she was earlier, blaring unintelligible noises through the speakers loud enough to make his blood rush) but at a comfortable, reasonable speed of fifty-five. It also isn’t freezing cold because of the air conditioner; at Théo’s suggestion, the three of them agree to roll down the windows and enjoy the natural Birchwood breeze. For once, he can see the entire community and its kind ember lights from one corner to the next. The air is fresh, further stimulated by traces of ice and lingering snow that work together to keep him awake, alert.
Darkness has descended, and the headlights of the car are the only things illuminating the empty road ahead. No other vehicles are in sight except during their stops at the major intersections, where occasional pedestrians pass by without meeting their curious gazes. Hiding under the cover of the night, the mother and son start up endless discussions about the lives of those they come across while he, having no thoughtful input, listens along without a word.
“Who would come out at a time like this?” Lillian wonders aloud. “And—did you see that, Théo?—they were underage boys! Wait…they look familiar, don’t they?” The youngster shrugs. “I guess.” “Do you know them? I think I have seen them around once or twice before—” “They’re probably my classmates."
“Ah, that must be it! Still, what were they—”
“You don’t have to worry that much, mom. They were probably heading home.” “Good thing you’re not hanging out with them. I can tell they’re trouble-makers just by the looks of them.” “You don’t know that.” Théo mumbles under his breath. “Oh, that kid with the strange outfit…It’s Duck, right? The oversized raincoat, boots, duck hat…It must be him. What is he—”
“Why do you keep prying into other people’s business?” The young boy suddenly asks.
~~~~~~~~ In celebration of autumn and the Mid-Autumn Festival...Here's Chapter 4! (Weekly update on Sundays)^^
Suggested Music: "Lucir Shadow"-ARForest & YUMU This shouldn’t have happened.
The ride back to the Wesley house is a relatively peaceful one. Lillian isn’t charging at seventy miles per hour (like she was earlier, blaring unintelligible noises through the speakers loud enough to make his blood rush) but at a comfortable, reasonable speed of fifty-five. It also isn’t freezing cold because of the air conditioner; at Théo’s suggestion, the three of them agree to roll down the windows and enjoy the natural Birchwood breeze. For once, he can see the entire community and its kind ember lights from one corner to the next. The air is fresh, further stimulated by traces of ice and lingering snow that work together to keep him awake, alert.
Darkness has descended, and the headlights of the car are the only things illuminating the empty road ahead. No other vehicles are in sight except during their stops at the major intersections, where occasional pedestrians pass by without meeting their curious gazes. Hiding under the cover of the night, the mother and son start up endless discussions about the lives of those they come across while he, having no thoughtful input, listens along without a word.
“Who would come out at a time like this?” Lillian wonders aloud. “And—did you see that, Théo?—they were underage boys! Wait…they look familiar, don’t they?” The youngster shrugs. “I guess.” “Do you know them? I think I have seen them around once or twice before—” “They’re probably my classmates."
“Ah, that must be it! Still, what were they—”
“You don’t have to worry that much, mom. They were probably heading home.” “Good thing you’re not hanging out with them. I can tell they’re trouble-makers just by the looks of them.” “You don’t know that.” Théo mumbles under his breath. “Oh, that kid with the strange outfit…It’s Duck, right? The oversized raincoat, boots, duck hat…It must be him. What is he—”
“Why do you keep prying into other people’s business?” The young boy suddenly asks.
~~~~~~~~ In celebration of autumn and the Mid-Autumn Festival...Here's Chapter 4! (Weekly update on Sundays)^^
*bursts in* YE-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-S-S-S-S HAHAHAHAHA We gotz moar.
Listened to the music while reading this. Totally made the experience more magical.
Hmm, I wonder if Théo likes those trouble-makers. . . This might get uncomfortable for. . the guy. Whose name we don't know. Maybe I should call him Bert. Y'know, until further notice.
Suggested Music: "Lucir Shadow"-ARForest & YUMU This shouldn’t have happened.
The ride back to the Wesley house is a relatively peaceful one. Lillian isn’t charging at seventy miles per hour (like she was earlier, blaring unintelligible noises through the speakers loud enough to make his blood rush) but at a comfortable, reasonable speed of fifty-five. It also isn’t freezing cold because of the air conditioner; at Théo’s suggestion, the three of them agree to roll down the windows and enjoy the natural Birchwood breeze. For once, he can see the entire community and its kind ember lights from one corner to the next. The air is fresh, further stimulated by traces of ice and lingering snow that work together to keep him awake, alert.
Darkness has descended, and the headlights of the car are the only things illuminating the empty road ahead. No other vehicles are in sight except during their stops at the major intersections, where occasional pedestrians pass by without meeting their curious gazes. Hiding under the cover of the night, the mother and son start up endless discussions about the lives of those they come across while he, having no thoughtful input, listens along without a word.
“Who would come out at a time like this?” Lillian wonders aloud. “And—did you see that, Théo?—they were underage boys! Wait…they look familiar, don’t they?” The youngster shrugs. “I guess.” “Do you know them? I think I have seen them around once or twice before—” “They’re probably my classmates."
“Ah, that must be it! Still, what were they—”
“You don’t have to worry that much, mom. They were probably heading home.” “Good thing you’re not hanging out with them. I can tell they’re trouble-makers just by the looks of them.” “You don’t know that.” Théo mumbles under his breath. “Oh, that kid with the strange outfit…It’s Duck, right? The oversized raincoat, boots, duck hat…It must be him. What is he—”
“Why do you keep prying into other people’s business?” The young boy suddenly asks.
~~~~~~~~ In celebration of autumn and the Mid-Autumn Festival...Here's Chapter 4! (Weekly update on Sundays)^^
*bursts in* YE-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-S-S-S-S HAHAHAHAHA We gotz moar.
Listened to the music while reading this. Totally made the experience more magical.
Hmm, I wonder if Théo likes those trouble-makers. . . This might get uncomfortable for. . the guy. Whose name we don't know. Maybe I should call him Bert. Y'know, until further notice.
Moar iz here! Now fix the door.
Goodie! Looks like music is a great addition.
Hmm indeed.... Bert is a lovely name. You totally should^^
*bursts in* YE-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-S-S-S-S HAHAHAHAHA We gotz moar.
Listened to the music while reading this. Totally made the experience more magical.
Hmm, I wonder if Théo likes those trouble-makers. . . This might get uncomfortable for. . the guy. Whose name we don't know. Maybe I should call him Bert. Y'know, until further notice.
Moar iz here! Now fix the door.
Goodie! Looks like music is a great addition.
Hmm indeed.... Bert is a lovely name. You totally should^^
Humph. Fine. *grumbles while putting door back up and screwing on hinges* You shoulda made it more study. . .
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Did look up the song. 
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I hope it was alright? 
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YE-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-S-S-S-S HAHAHAHAHA 
We gotz moar. ![[h]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/nPCskakrdhDERqIVGKuw.png)
This might get uncomfortable for. . the guy. Whose name we don't know. Maybe I should call him Bert. Y'know, until further notice. 
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Bert is a lovely name. You totally should^^ 
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