After finishing their late night dinner, Pit washed the dishes while Dark sat on the couch with a blanket to help him get completely warm. Dark made motions of passing out but jolting up to stay awake, he did not planned to sleep while the brunette was still awake. While jolting up fighting his sleep, his eye caught something in the colors of brown and white. When he looked up, it was a book on a table beside the couch.
Dark looked over it and saw handwritten letters but could not decipher what it read. It was in a complicated cursive writting. He felt the urge to open it but Pit walked in the room and sat besides Dark. He got curious if Pit was interested in novels.
"Oh, do you read books?"
Pit looked at Dark who was pointing at the book sitting on the table. He shook his head in denial and chuckled.
"Oh, no. That's a photo album. I tend to view the pictures that are in it once in a while."
"Oh. Is it because you live alone?"
"Not really. I still call my... mother every now and then."
Pit had to say it that way. It would be ridiculous to say he calls a Goddess. It was better to lie rather than having Dark say something offensive.
"That's good. At least you can still speak... to her..."
Pit noticed Dark was dozing off. He could not contain it and laughed a bit.
"Someone is tired. Here, let me show you where you can sleep."
Pit held out a hand to help Dark get up. The two walked down the hall and merged in the darkness.
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