- username: sketch.able
name: Damien
gender: male
snuggly story and warm:
Damien… isn’t a nice person, to put it bluntly. He may look young and childish, but he wears a constant expression of disgust in his face.
He hates going outdoors: he hates anything, really. All he does in his free time is stay indoors, wearing his wool cap and sweater no matter what the weather is.
The only other place he likes to go to is the boardwalk, just across the street from his apartment. He would usually go there when the sun starts to dip over the sea, and he stays there until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.
Its routine for him: when sundown starts, he climbs down the stairs of his apartment building, buys an ice cream or a soda pop, and sits on one of the benches by the sea wall. He just sits and stares until the stars come out. Once he sees the moonlight on the water, he gets up and goes back to his apartment.
All while wearing his wool cap and sweater, mind you.
One day, however, his routine was sort of thrown off.
It was time for him to head to the beach and buy a cold snack. He headed to the convenience store where he always buys his icy treat, but a new sight greeted him.
A girl kalon about his age was outside, playing a wooden flute put together with glue and duct tape. In front of her was a straw hat with a few bills, coins, buttons in it.
The girl stopped playing and locked eyes with Damien. She gave a small smile and gestured toward the hat. Damien, not wanting to waste his time with street performers, rolled his eyes and headed inside.
The fluffed kalon headed towards the chiller to pick out a chocolate almond popsicle, but his attention was oddly drawn back to the girl from earlier. She was still outside playing her flute, but her melody was drowned out by the convenience store jingle being played faintly on the speakers.
The girl was just another kalon on the streets. Why was he so caught up on her?
Damien did a double take, and heaved a great sigh.
A minute later, a cherry popsicle was dropped into the girl’s straw hat.
The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, then she looked up at who could’ve given her the frozen delight.
Her eyes were met with the fluffy kalon who rolled his eyes at her earlier. He was crumpling a paper bag with the convenience store’s logo on it.
“They didn’t have the flavor I liked,” Damien muttered with a squeaky yet gruff voice.
He then walked away, leaving the girl with her ice cream.
She grabbed the ice cream to begin peeling off the plastic packaging, but she saw a sticky note that she suddenly stopped to read.
A pick me up. Don’t let the world worry you too much.
The girl was puzzled, and she didn't know why, which made it all the more puzzling.
…
It was time to head back. Damien got up from the bench and started to head back to his flat.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and his wool hat started to tumble away from him. Damien, in shock, chased after it, but stopped right after he saw who it landed in front of.
It was the girl from earlier. He didn’t need to stop in shock, but he did.
His cap had landed upside down, the inside being seen from where Damien was standing. Inside his cap, he has a polaroid picture of his younger self with another young kalon.
A girl.
“Sir, are you alright?” the flute girl asked.
The young kalon in the photo…
Held a pretty flute in her paws.
Damien walked over to his hat and took out the photo. Behind the photo was a message scrawled on with crayon.
Don’t let the world worry you too much. –H.
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(rushed this, but i'm excited to see who this cutie ends up with :'>)