dear_mun | in which mun pushes over a sad little boy

Everything goes somewhere. That's just basic spatial relations.

( Blinks. )

Everything...? But... that is not what this one was told.

The universe is mostly empty space, or at least empty outside the molecular level. If there wasn't room for everything, it couldn't exist.

Huh?

[She tilts her head, puzzled by his phrase.] For what to go? Are you worried about cluttering here up with something of yours?

If so... Don't worry! There's always a place for something to go no matter what. Have you seen here? It's so big! There's gotta be somewhere.

( He’s silent for a moment, as if thinking carefully over the words spoken by the feminine voice. )

Will it always be happy, when it finds somewhere to go?

To be honest?

[His question has her fall quiet a bit, trying to figure out how to answer that to the best of her abilities because. Wow. That was kind of difficult to answer now that she thought about it.

She's been told that honesty is the best policy, no matter how unwanted it may be for the other person at first.] I heard that sometimes, it's great! One of the best choices to be made. Sometimes not so much... It can get someone into trouble or into danger--

But it's better to see it happen for yourself than just assume and do nothing. Experience the stuff going down no matter how great or bad it can get. In my opinion at least?

Oh... ( It was as he feared. Happiness was never guaranteed. Though it was not necessarily what he wished to hear he sensed it had been spoken sincerely, amiably, and so a smile gradually revealed itself across pale lips. He feels gratitude. )

Are you happy?

I am a little lonely here. Usually I would be with my friends and stuff but they're not here and sometimes it gets a little too much for me. The silence and all with how I know there should be noise of people talking or laughing but it's not there.

[She panics a little bit, adding:] Don't tell my... mun about that. I don't want her to think I'm ungrateful or something. It's just I don't know. I'm used to having people I know around me. Almost all the time.

What about you? Don't you feel lonely being here?

...Just like this one. You are.

And you...

( With gentle steps he moves closer. ) This one thought it was alone.

[ She takes a step closer as well with a smile. ]

It is not alone... anymore.

( Blindly he reaches for small fingertips to ghost across her own and seems relieved that they are no longer far apart. )

But it still worries. Are you alright?

This one is alright. [ She gently follows his lead and ends up entwining their fingers together loosely. ]

This one... is very happy to meet you.

( The sentiment is wordlessly returned, his worries fading as her touch radiates warmth and sweet nostalgia. A faint squeeze of her petite hand and he moves, beginning a leisurely walk to where the voices of trees and flora sang loudest. He speaks, finally, the swelling of emotion in his chest needing release. )

For the first time, in a long time... this one is happy too.

[ She happily follows his lead and even swings their hands together lightly. ]

Do you have a name?

( With a thoughtful smile he recalls a voice from the past, mimicking a word they’d often said in his presence. He rather liked it. ) Noa.

Noa... This one is called Cheza.

[ She loved being with the wolves, but something about being here with someone of her own kind felt wonderful too. She held his hand tighter and made a content sound. ]

Cheza. [ He finds this name appealing too, smiling toward the maiden as she gave a contented sigh. Occasionally he swings their hands as well, reassuring himself she is still there. ] The wolves... Have you found them?

This one has been traveling with them. You could come with.

( He is surprised by the suggestion, elated and also saddened by it. Something tells him he would not truly belong. ) This one is like you, and it is not. Because it is not perfect. This one... cannot go.

But this one feels like this one... Why can Noa not come?

( The noble... Their words rang clearly through his memory even to this day. Though this was difficult for Noa, he also felt a sense of calm and comfort within Cheza’s presence that soothed away his worries. ) You seek Paradise, do you not? This one was told it cannot go, because it is not perfect...

Not perfect? What is perfect?

...The flower maiden, who opens the door to Paradise. This one can sense that is you, Cheza. ( Her hand is held tighter, but gently still. )

... Does that mean you cannot join our pack?

( He is uncertain of what to say, torn between what is best and what he’s been searching for all this time. ) This one... does not want to burden anyone.

This one... does not feel you are a burden. This one feels that... you are family.

And you too. ( Gradually, almost reluctantly, he finds himself giving in. ) If it is alright with everyone, this one wants to stay... It would be sad, saying goodbye so soon.

[ She smiles and gives his hand another squeeze. ] You are a part of the pack now.

( His excitement is transparent, hearing those words. His other hand reaches for Cheza’s and in one fluid motion the flowers are spun round, like children during playtime. There is gentle laughter but it is brief, curiosity soon taking over. ) What are they like?

They are very kind. Strong... warm.

in which mun pushes over a sad little boy

Have another sad little boy

oh no! we needs hugs and rainbows STAT

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