You Make Me Wanna Fly

There had been a lot of commotion going on in Tojo as of late. Between finding their real father to new members to keeping himself busy, Kuroo needed a break. Just a small one for one night where he could cool off and recollect himself. His brother had even returned recently with their childhood friend claiming they had feelings for each other. Still mulling over this new development, Kuroo set off for the nearby falls. The rushing sound of the water slamming against the surface of the pond was almost relaxing as he approached it.

Night was beginning to settle and he would have to find a good spot to rest for a while. As he began to walk around the pond, his ears twitched in the direction of the top of the falls. A peal of almost maniacal laughter pierced the air and caused him to look up. Confusion caused his brow to furrow as the sound was familiar. Did he know this wolf? Changing his direction so that he headed toward the falls, he followed a narrow path to the top. After a few minutes of precarious climbing, he come over the edge and came across a small campsite.

A small fire with two companions lingered, but at first, he didn't notice the man rolling around in the mud. Not until another burst of laughter caused his ears to flick back for a moment. Who in the world? Turning to glance over at darkening shadows, he finally spotted the denim and fiery-colored man that was nearly brown by now. "Sverre?" Kuroo questioned as he moved closer. The smell of booze was overpowering and made his nose wrinkle. "What are you doing?" It felt like ages since he had seen Sverre and he could hardly hide his confusion.

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