intoxicating insanity

She'd only come across the guy the night before. There was no need to drag him home to her mother or Tori. She didn't have an obligation to go out on a limb like this. He mentioned his condition was bought about by tiredness and he'd had a decent, safe rest, so it should be fine to send him on his way.

But Fuji didn't like the idea of him leaving.

Things had been said, whether in jest or certainty, and she certainly wouldn't be going back on her word. They padded along the sand in step, a couple of curious manatees watching them from the water as she subconsciously made sure to keep him close enough that their fur practically mingled, even if they weren't physically touching.

Her mother should be around here somewhere, it would be best to get a medical assessment first before getting Tori involved, right? Kenta would have passed the message along... but they were getting close to the bamboo, and the leader had kids to consider. The conflict was clear on her face, but there were enough bodies that frequented the bay surely? Kuroo wouldn't be far.

“Maaaaa!” the sound was jarring in the peaceful morning and far better suited to the animal her horns had come from than the tiny pink and white wolf that mad made it. This required a real adulty adult. Thinking too much was making her surly.

“Speech”