[ He doesn't need to see him, or smell him. The very tune Vil is humming could be heard by anyone with ears. Footsteps, and the voice itself dictate who has trampled onto his sleeping grounds...yet again.
He opens one eye and watches the gathering for now, any closer and Leona is liable to be stepped on, or completely disturbed.
He wonders, briefly, if Vil always hums to himself when he is alone. ]
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He opens one eye and watches the gathering for now, any closer and Leona is liable to be stepped on, or completely disturbed.
He wonders, briefly, if Vil always hums to himself when he is alone. ]