"That's right." She sauntered closer and knelt down offering her wrist to the creature by his feet like she would greeting a strange dog.
"I don't usually nose into other peoples business, " that much was a complete lie "...but I couldn't help but notice your mood matches the weather. What happened to that boy I knew with the smile that rivaled the stars at night for their shine?" And while she put a poetic spin on it just looking at his posture, the washed out color of his hair and his soft voice, it was like he had turned into a different person.
Taro gave her a little lick with his pink tongue before looking up at Hana.
Hana rose his head just enough so she could see his face.
Even with the rain mixing with the tears on his face, the red, swollen area around his eyes, the blood shot lines on the whites of those eyes and the sniffling could only indicate one thing.
Especially when he looked at her with those large, deep eyes, filled pathetically with sorrow.
There was nothing else to compare him to really, he looked like a Chirstmas puppy thrown out into the alleys, with no comprehension as to why he was suddenly unwanted.
"My friends..." His voice was horse from crying. "My friends... Aren't my friends." His face crumpled heart wrenchingly and he pressed his soaked and swollen face back into his damp arms.
The loud, shaky sob that followed told her he was crying again, but still clung onto his pride enough that he didn't want her to see. Taro rubbed against his leg to try and offer some comfort but it seemed worthless.
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Taro lifted his head however to get sniff of her.
A small voice that didn't really match the one from her last encounter with him came from the wet pile of hair and cloth. "Jinx... Right?"
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"I don't usually nose into other peoples business, " that much was a complete lie "...but I couldn't help but notice your mood matches the weather. What happened to that boy I knew with the smile that rivaled the stars at night for their shine?" And while she put a poetic spin on it just looking at his posture, the washed out color of his hair and his soft voice, it was like he had turned into a different person.
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Hana rose his head just enough so she could see his face.
Even with the rain mixing with the tears on his face, the red, swollen area around his eyes, the blood shot lines on the whites of those eyes and the sniffling could only indicate one thing.
Especially when he looked at her with those large, deep eyes, filled pathetically with sorrow.
There was nothing else to compare him to really, he looked like a Chirstmas puppy thrown out into the alleys, with no comprehension as to why he was suddenly unwanted.
"My friends..." His voice was horse from crying. "My friends... Aren't my friends." His face crumpled heart wrenchingly and he pressed his soaked and swollen face back into his damp arms.
The loud, shaky sob that followed told her he was crying again, but still clung onto his pride enough that he didn't want her to see. Taro rubbed against his leg to try and offer some comfort but it seemed worthless.
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