Wounds So Fresh

Mojito knew that if he wanted to be true to his word, to properly be in his daughter's life he would have to finally come to grips with his relationship with Asla. At the very least he had to be willing to talk to her, and luckily, or unluckily for him depending on how you looked at it, for him it seemed the cream woman wanted to talk as well. Mojito knew she was here with her brother, they'd been properly invited he was simply here for a get together and the tournament but he hadn't really bumped into either much, they were obviously here, it was nearly impossible to miss Indigo even in a crowd...

Mojito wandered his way around the bottom floor of the castle, he couldn't hep but keep an eye out for Satoru, he didn't know what the man's exact position was in the Armada but it seemed that the only ways they could bump into each other was at public events like this... Mojito hoped he wouldn't be disappointed and that he might get to see the speckled man again. But it wasn't his svelte tones that reached Mojito's ears, which perked slightly and the man turned bright blues onto Asla. She was gesturing for him to join her and Mojito hesitated for a moment... But just a moment.

He settled himself beside her, a familiar ache rising in him. Ah... So he wasn't over her totally yet. "They look good together." He said softly, gesturing towards where the bride and groom were socializing with a wolf he didn't recognize. It was... Well it was awkward, he didn't really know what to say but he didn't want to just sit in silence either.

Some part of Mojito ached at the thought that he'd never get to have that... A nice wedding with friends and family around to celebrate with. Mojito wasn't one to be pessimistic about his burgeoning feelings for Satoru but he knew well enough that there would be few wolves who would even bother to show up for him. Not for the first time Mojito felt very... Alone...



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