[His heart raced in newfound excitement. The nest was ready with pillows, blankets, and so many trinkets he may or may not have stolen from so many places. But he won them fair and square, defeating any who demanded he give back the items! With so many of his rivals defeated, this piece of self-made heaven all but glittering with fancy pens, radios, model robots and even ornate tins of fine teas, he was prepared.
Stepping to the edge of the treeline, he opened the wings that sprouted from his back, big and black ending in those wicked claws. They grasped the bark for balance as he sucked in a breath and tapped into that wellspring of chroma.
Kanji was normally a fairly loud guy who could carry on the wind. But when you had a magic voice, you could belt for miles and hope- pray- that his other half was out there somewhere. She swam through his dreams, his thoughts... surely she would accept his invitation:]
I should have known better Than to let you go alone It's times like these I can't make it on my own-
[He tore away at the remains of his tattered shirt, ruined from the sudden development of his moonblessed wings. Without that cotton, he could let nothing but the setting sunlight paint over his bared skin.]
Wasted days, and sleepless nights An' I can't wait to see you again...!
A, but let's be real, we're gonna do it all.
Stepping to the edge of the treeline, he opened the wings that sprouted from his back, big and black ending in those wicked claws. They grasped the bark for balance as he sucked in a breath and tapped into that wellspring of chroma.
Kanji was normally a fairly loud guy who could carry on the wind. But when you had a magic voice, you could belt for miles and hope- pray- that his other half was out there somewhere. She swam through his dreams, his thoughts... surely she would accept his invitation:]
I should have known better
Than to let you go alone
It's times like these
I can't make it on my own-
[He tore away at the remains of his tattered shirt, ruined from the sudden development of his moonblessed wings. Without that cotton, he could let nothing but the setting sunlight paint over his bared skin.]
Wasted days, and sleepless nights
An' I can't wait to see you again...!