[ The ridiculous "gamer tag" had worn off and disappeared a few hours after he had found himself dumped so unceremoniously in this place. At least once evening set in Pitch could make use of the lengthening shadows. For once being pleased to be unseen as night swallowed up the day leaving only the tiny pinpricks of stars as reminders.
The number and address were crumpled in one hand, long since memorized. Pitch Black had, at first, tried to convince himself that the invitation meant nothing. There was no way Haru, or anyone for that matter, would just open themselves up to dark dreams. so Pitch stayed away... but then his curiosity got the better of his judgement.
so with that damnable slip of paper in hand he peered out from one of the closets used for storage and extra bedding. You'd think it would be cramped for someone as tall as he was, but in truth he was oddly agile. It's actually something out of a Gieger painting, so be glad if you miss the creepy closet monster. Peering very cautiously around the door, the bedroom looks empty...]
03/05
The number and address were crumpled in one hand, long since memorized. Pitch Black had, at first, tried to convince himself that the invitation meant nothing. There was no way Haru, or anyone for that matter, would just open themselves up to dark dreams. so Pitch stayed away... but then his curiosity got the better of his judgement.
so with that damnable slip of paper in hand he peered out from one of the closets used for storage and extra bedding. You'd think it would be cramped for someone as tall as he was, but in truth he was oddly agile. It's actually something out of a Gieger painting, so be glad if you miss the creepy closet monster. Peering very cautiously around the door, the bedroom looks empty...]