your mother is a clown car

Kaizen's nose twitched, though they had been granted permission he wasn't entirely sure if he actually wanted to. The cosy darkness of the den was all he'd ever known, it was cramped more often than not, but the familiarity of it was safe. What else did he really need? He glanced at his siblings, brows furrowing in pensive thought, considering this far more intently than he needed to. It didn't really occur to him that he'd leave regardless of if it was now or later, but it felt like a big choice to make. A big moment in his short life.

Maybe he should wait and see what the others did?