Night has arrived, minds of people empty, sleepy, and accepted their fate.
Wanted the world, the human world to be as peaceful as it could get. There wasn’t even a chance that humans got a peaceful century--
*fabrics rustling*
What in the hell are you doing?? Maya asked as she felt a sudden movement beside her.
That’s probably the starting statement of every conversation Maya will make, ‘cuz why not?
N-nothing!
You do know that Queen Molah’s ‘gon find out, right?
I mean, Maya sat on her bed. Why in the middle of the night you want to head out?
How did you kno--
I read your mind, remember?
Instead of answering, he carefully slithered away and got dressed.
Tie your lace and knot it tight,
Keep your pace, as you might!
Get your case and let’s go for
A long, walk at night~!
Cute--- Maya exclaimed jokingly.
Wh-what are you singing anyways??
Erm, my mom made that song when I was little ‘cuz we like to go for late night walks and she only wanted me to be entertained.
Well that’s cute.
Not even one statement of convincing, Maya already stood up and followed along the melody of the song while getting tarted up.
Where are we headed—okay.
“Tie your lace and knot it tight-“ *maya skipping*
“Y-you said something?” Ragus asked.
“Your mom got me in the hook of the song, Tie you lace and Knot it tight, -“
“Keep your pace, a-as you might!” He teased her for walking fast paced as they sing together.
“GET! “ *pant* “y-your case and let’s go for-“
“A long, walk at nigh—”
Ragus paused like a brick wall that made Maya bump on his back hard.
The situation’s like the epitome of eerie for Maya, because in her 27 years of existence, she’d never experience this one. For starters, every time Maya passes out the loud thoughts of everybody is like her lullaby.
“S-something wrong?” she tilted her head while scratching her unaffected nape, I know. Why do some people do that? It’s weird.
He didn’t bat an answer.
“Wh-what?? Hey!” Maya asked, anticipating a word from him.
You can’t get in to my mind.
Yeah?? Why tho---
“What’s happening??”
Ragus giggled away and skipped on his tracks like a little girl.
The only thing she did for the mean time is scoff and think of something for her revenge.
“Cheeky, okay! You’re playing games with me now, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m practicing Chiju too. And it’s fun~!”
“I’ll give you something fun~.”
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