AT LEAST I'M NOT AS SAD AS I USED TO BE / moving

[lovekit.]

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

When their mother had originally approached Lovekit and his siblings about their opinions on moving, Lovekit had thought very little of it. He had no real protests with moving into the captain's quarters, especially since he saw the act as an exciting new adventure. After all, that was where Goldie had grown up with their grandfather, wasn't it? It had to be a place packed with a lot of memories, and that was enough to attract Lo to it immediately. Somewhere in the back of the young hybrid's mind, he knew that it probably had something to do with their mama's death. The far reaching implications of Sam's passing seemed impossible to ignore, and Love knew that their mother had taken it the hardest. It was impossible not to notice the way that she ignored her old bedroom like the plague, even for one as young as Lovekit – not to mention the fact that he had been away for quite a while. He couldn't say he blamed Goldie for her suggestion, especially since he had his own problems with remaining so close to the place of Sam's death. He still sometimes felt compelled to run, although he resisted those urges, knowing that disappearing again would cause far too much pain for his mother.

With everything finally packed up from their family hut, Lovekit had been eager to help out. He was still small, despite being bigger than any of his littermates, but that didn't mean he couldn't help. He was strong, and he liked to think he had learned even more about being strong from his little romp over to Palmclan. This enthusiasm drove the young hybrid over to one of the smaller boxes, carefully picking it up in his jaws and stumbling after his mother, head held high. He noticed a few nearby onlookers watching him carry the box a bit awkwardly with amusement, but he ignored them, just letting out a huff and raising his head higher. After a little while of walking, Lo ended up stumbling, falling face first and knocking his chin against the box. Letting out a soft squeak of pain from the accident, he rubbed at his chin with a paw, grumbling before he spoke to his mother, "How far away are the captain's quarters again, mom?" Maybe Goldie had been right about doing most of the heavy lifting herself.