Cerulean Cape I can’t tell you anything

i type this for u as a cat uses my legs as sCRATCHIN' POST OW

She sought their son, whose missing form had, perhaps, triggered the wave of fleeing children. It was to be expected, a mother seeking her son; he assumed as much, anyways, though his own experience contradicted the belief. Either way, he nodded, accepting the information—but then soon realised that he had no idea where the cape was, or even, really, where he currently was.

“Where’s that at? Can you take me there?” he asked after a brief pause, eyes trained on the back of her head. As oblivious as he was, Alexander could not tell that the information was given unwillingly, or even that he was unwanted there. Naively, he believed that she was truly there to assist, despite his past acts.