Too Much To Ask - Snufmin

Utopia

A peek is all it holds
For my strength to plunge
You're the place
One calls a home
But I'm a vagabond
A sinner by heart
A criminal by the mind
And deceitful by blood

The air was getting colder and the sky was turning pink. The Mumrik was sitting by himself, nibbling on his pencil.
He didn't know how to proceed with the text.

"Snufkin, Oh, Snufkin!" a familiar voice broke the silence.
"Moomintroll" The mumrik saluted his good old friend, closing his journal.
"The Joxter is wanted by the cops again!"
The marshmallow boy hugged Snufkins arm, squinting his eyes.

Speaking of which,
A slender male came running towards the two boys with a huge grin.

"Boy, am I happy to see you! Would ya boys mind helping the old man out?"
The two of them seemed somewhat suspicious but as they heard a pair of footsteps and branches breaking close by, the two of them pushed Joxter into a bush close by.

He grunted a bit but ended up chuckling, causing the two teenagers to giggle as well.
"Shh, here he comes"
The man walked right past the boys, clearly confused.
"I swear he was right here" The poor Hemulen mumbled.

"Are you looking for dad? What did he do this time?"
Snufkin innocently grabbed ahold of his pipe.

"Yes! That bastard stole my money, and if that wasn't enough, he stole my jewels!"

Moomintroll walked up to the seemingly sad Hemulen, patting his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Hemulen. We will alert you if we happen to see him! I'm sure he will bring you back all your money and..jews? Jewl- jewelry!"

Snufkin let out a soft chuckle, nodding.
"Yeah, you heard him. We will alert ya!"
Hemulen nodded, continuing to mumble to himself.
The poor man continued the search for the feral cat man, deeper in the woods.
The green hat owner held Moomintroll close, who proudly placed his paws on his hips!

"Is he gone?" The Joxter peeked out of the bushes, cautiously! He saw his son  close to the other male which triggered a smirk.

Instead of interrupting the two of them, Joxter tip toed out of the bushes.

It was quite difficult to stay quiet with all the jewelry and coins in his pockets but he managed.

After a good minute of getting out of the bush he walked off with a grin.

The two of them peeked at eachother and giggled softly as their eyes met, somewhat flustered.

"Moomin" Snufkin spoke softly with a sigh, giving Moomintroll the impression this wasn't going to be a heartwarming conversation.

"Yes, Snufkin?"
"I forgot my pot" His eyes saddened.
Moomintroll felt his heart lighten. A smile formed on his lips and he gave his favorite person a hug.
"I'll get it for you, dear"

Snufkin nodded as the troll ran off. This gave him some time to finish his poem.

Soon enough Moomin could be heard from his faint footsteps and.. Not so faint Gasps. Poor thing had ran at least a few kilometers.

"Snu.. Snufki-n..!" The boy was out of breath.
"Here's, yo-ur,"
"My pot! Thank you, Moomin!" Snufkin leaned in and placed a kiss on Moomintrolls cheek.
"This is an extremely important pot. You see, when me and dad was out in the south we found out someone had broken into our.."
As the mumrik explained to Moomintroll why his pot was so important, the other covered his cheek with a light blush.