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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Rain thrummed against the boy's windows. He didn't dare leave the safety of his room, where strangers didn't threaten him with their presence every second he was outside. Thunder cracked and he jumped, certain that somebody was banging at the panes of glass shielding him from the outside world, trying their best to get in. Dick couldn't take it anymore. He hated living in fear, but he didn't know how else to live, at least right now. Nothing felt safe since his parents had died.
    Finally, he rose from his spot in his room and exited, stepping into the hallway to get away from the noise of the storm. Olive eyes stared blankly and hollowly at his door for a long time. The child didn't know how long he'd just sat there staring, listening, waiting. But it was certainly a while. Eventually he rose to his paws and trudged to the kitchen (wherever that was- he was just letting his paws lead the way at this point) for something to drink. His parents had always made him tea before bed, and even though the memory of them was fresh and painful, the tradition wasn't one he could miss. Dick fumbled around until he got in a position where he could reach the cabinets, where he hoped cups and tea bags were stored. But... there was one problem. He could only barely brush them with his paws. The child wasn't tall enough to get the door open on his own, let alone drag anything out of the shelves inside without making a huge mess.
    "Uh..."
    What would he do now?




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    During a rainstorm like this, Mob was not usually found outside, preferring to stay indoors where it was dry. However, on this particular night, he had gotten a bit lost while exploring the city. Now, the canary was desperately flying down each row of chalets, hoping that one of them, any of them would look familiar... but so far, the boy didn't recognize a thing. It was hopeless.


    Landing on the windowsill of one of chalets, Mob would shake himself off, sending tiny water droplets flying against the window. He was completely drenched in water, looking quite miserable as he sat there, staring at his reflection in the glass. Now what...? Maybe Dimple will come looking for me... then we can find our way home. The green ghost usually followed Mob around, but tonight, he had decided to go off on his own. Where? The boy had no clue.


    Suddenly, he was pulled from his thoughts as a light came on inside the chalet. The honorguard would watch as a small black kitten moved around inside, reaching up towards one of the cabinets. It appeared he wasn't tall enough to reach, however, and Mob was soon struck with a feeling of pity. Looking down at his talons, he would try to think of what to do. Then, after a few moments, he would tap on the window with his beak, trying to get the other boy's attention. "U-Um! E... Excuse me... do you need help?" The canary would chirp uneasily through the window, not sure if he would be heard. Hopefully this didn't scare him, as that was the last thing Mob wanted to do.


    /aa sorry this is late! i was going to post last night in bed, but i fell asleep LMAO


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    i'm haunted by the distant past ✦ updated 3/19