That Time I Brought A Boy Home

He relaxed as they walked, and he could see her do the same as they talked and he managed a few smiles and a couple good laughs before she was showing him into the cast;e’s gates. By the time they arrived darkness was overtaking the sky and they were quiet on te way towards the sleeping quarters. Haiku thought she would offer him a guest room, he still hadn’t stopped thinking about her affliction. If she wanted to resist temptation he hadn’t expected to be welcomed into her personal room. It was a sparsely decorated but cozy room, unlike anything the Destruction boy had ever really experienced. Nothing near as nice as this incredible castle. Nor had he ever seen such a luxurious place to sleep.

Bowen acted like it wasn’t much to write home about but she had never been in the primitive pack of Abaven, he literally slept in a hole in the ground compared to this.”It’s all so nice,” he said in soft wonder. Prose had already taken her place in the windowsill, and she cracked her beak lightly at him so Haiku picked his jaw up off the floor. She said something about him sleeping in the bed. ”I couldn’t take your bed from you.” He finally managed to say as dark ears fell to his skull. ”What kind of gentleman would I be?” Haiku chuckled lightly as his eyes continued to scan the room. He would have been content with an old pile of rags by the door if it meant being close to her.