you're gold on black tar - moving

[brandykit]

By assumption of time, Brandyskies moved out of the temple and into the, well, rest of the Typhoon. It was almost overcast today, with just hints of sun peeking through. There was promise there of light rain, but nothing too intense that it'd drench fur and cause a mud fight. A small quirk of a smile tugged at his face as he considered having a mud fight, before padding down towards an empty hut. His eyes scanned it. Quaint, in size, a pastel green on the outside with a disturbed roof. He stepped up towards it, stretching a wing up to tug the tarp away from the window on the porch.

It was almost an empty space within, something to cause him to pause and think for a moment. There were plenty of houses he had passed by without considering them. But the way the clouds pushed sun away, lighting up the rooms inside, causing Brandy's brain to freeze up a bit. Like the ghost of a future at his paws, the gentle breath- just a taste of what he could have. Slowly, he pushed the door open, looking around at the dusty interior.

A small smile broke out on the injured teens face, and he broke away slowly, moving to gather the broom from the corner. He picked it up, slowly swaying himself as he sweeped, the gentle hum of his voice riding the tones of Paul Anka.

// he's just sweeping rn! nothing's been really moved

"SPEECH"

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