Shadewood goodbye to my santa monica dream

deku seemed to light up at the proposition. it was such a bittersweet thing. he felt bad. issun should’ve been able to do this more often, to see that face on a daily basis. why did everything have to be so complicated now? and poor little deku. he was unaware of it all. maybe it was better that way.

of course. he ruffled the fur on his head with his nose. it’ll be alright. i’m sure he wouldn’t mind.