Desperado

Hikaru confirmed with what seemed to be conviction that he wasn’t going to let the opportunity he’d made for himself waste away, for which Raijin gave a sharp, approving bob of his head. They all had to make do with the lot they were given in this life while they could before they moved onto the next. Their existence was always sprinkled with danger and they never knew which day could be their last, so they might as well do what they wanted when they could.

The comment he made about never feeling more like himself brought another bright grin to the older man’s face and he moved to the boy’s side, reaching out to pull him into a side-bear hug. “Atta boy, that’s what I like to hear. Sometimes the place we think we’re meant to be isn’t the one, but once we get to where we’re really meant to be it all makes sense. I hope Armada is that for you,” he said. Then, he let the yearling go before standing, giving his pelt a good shake. “How’s about you show me some interesting places you’ve found, hm?” he said, golden gaze meeting silver as he waited for Hikaru to lead the way.