blue eyes and jazz and attitude

The dark Fantôme rolled over onto his back, his paws waving in the air as the light vanished, covered by the voice's body. He whined loudly, wanting to go and see what the strange light was but an unfamiliar voice chased the thoughts away. Blue eyes widened innocently as he gazed at the pelt blocking the entrance, trying to see through it, trying to see who the strange voice belonged to.

He screeched loudly, wanting the attention of the familiar low voice, he wanted to play and explore but the two adults didn't seem to want to play. In fact the mood seem to darkened and even though he didn't know what was happening, he didn't like the fact that nobody was in a happy mood, that nobody wanted to play.

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