Beach Bash

Mortis couldn’t help but swallow, surprised at the depths of the.... Conspiracy? Going on between adults. “Is she okay?” he cared for his Auntie, and hated to think of her out there by herself now. He frowned, wondering if he should perhaps take a journey out to find her. He would just tell dad he was searching for Mal. it wouldn’t even be a lie, he was always doing that.

“What does that mean for you, Venom?” he asked, dropping pet names under the importance of the conversation. He raised his second wing, shielding both of them further from prying eyes. Holding it over Venom, as through he could protect her from the stress of what was to come.