SOMEWHERE OUT THERE LOOSE AND RUNNING;; open - return

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Moth. Oh God, had he missed Moth. The lion had spent many of the last several days he had been on bedrest just wondering where his beloved sister had disappeared off to, his mind festering with how many awful things could've happened to her. He wasn't about to argue that he missed her even more than Selby – although honestly he thought they both missed her about the same amount – but it still felt awful not having her and her special brand of warm comfort around. He had no idea what Moth had been doing all this time, but whenever he had attempted to go to her house and see her, he had always received no answer, the house seeming cut off from the entire rest of the world even though it was quite close to everybody else. Still, even though searching around the house for her hadn't really yielded any results in the past, Aurum found himself circling around it on his morning walk, stretching his muscles and seeing if anyone needed anything. As he rounded the front of Moth's house, he definitely wasn't expecting to see... well, anything, really. He expected to see the usual dark and strangely grim surroundings he had become unfortunately used to. However, he was stunned when he was instead face to face with none other than Moth, sitting outside of her home seeming... groggy? He wasn't quite sure. Kaito was either there, and the other was definitely mentally noted by the proxy as he rushed over, but he barely spared the feline a glance, his gaze instead focused intensely on Moth in front of him. He seemed to be under the impression that if he tore his eyes away for even a moment, she would disappear again. Once he seemed satisfied that she was real, and not just some figment of his anxious imagination, the lion rumbled softly, "M... Moth? Moth! Oh my god, I've missed you so much... have you been inside of there this whole time? You missed new years!" Aurum's voice seemed to be a mixture of frantic and slightly angry, although his anger wasn't really focused on Moth. Instead it was just all spilling out of him as he rambled, a frown curling at the edges of his muzzle. Part of him wondered if Moth would even notice the bandages that were currently put carefully over the wound in his chest, or if she was too out of it for such a thing.

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