Moonlight Vale was -- a very strange place, Videogames has found. Things feel different in the territory than they do outside of it. There's no way to put it into the proper words, really. He just feels ... heavier, more watched, when he's at home. It doesn't really bother him. It puts him on edge somedays, but other days it's ... comforting. He feels kind of naked when he leaves, but it feels lighter, too. Either way, Videogames is content.
It's dark, tonight. Videogames wanders throughout the territory with a swishing tail and bright eyes, occasionally glancing up at the inky black skies. The skies are dim in the night, dimmer than they should be in the pitch-black of the world, but Videogames doesn't mind. The serval allows himself a crooked grin as he sits down to look up -- it's all in good fun. He'd been preparing for the summer festival for a few days now, the first one they'd ever host, and he could use a break. Just a short one, really.
This is, of course, when it happens. A bright white streak across the sky, brighter than the stars. Videogames blinks, before it slowly dawns on him. Shooting stars. A delighted grin begins to grow on his maw -- wow!! What timing! And, just as another starts to show up, Videogames curls up on the dew-covered grass, gaze fixated on the sky with eyes shining. He hopes his clanmates show up to see it, but with how few members they had ... well, needless to say, Videogames would probably be mostly alone tonight. That was fine with him, if a little saddening.