you & me are always gonna be magnetic

He wasn’t done admiring the expanse of new territory when a rather aggravatingly familiar face popped up in one of the holes on a nearby spire. His brows instantly draw downward and lips pull up in a snarl as the girl calls out to him, struggling to pop herself through the leaning tower of metal.

“Not everyone is in a rush, Tina,” Mael taunts, sticking out his tongue after the fact to add onto the rudeness. It appeared that only she was capable of bringing out such a grump side of him.

His curiosity would get the better of him though and he listened when she beckoned him closer. Trotting down the short slope and closing the distance, the boy doesn’t get too close. Mael’s gaze lingers on the base of the spire, noticing how the carvings appeared to be some sort of screaming face, but he couldn’t place what kind of animal it was.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, his fur standing on end as another wail drifted through the air.