Lost Creek Hollow Butterflyfish

Fish out. He’s got a hot date ;D

Swordfish did not need to be told twice to follow.

He cast a forlorn look toward the man he had traveled with and the dark figure who had greeted them. There was no curiosity or sense of envy for their conversation. He did not want to be near them. He did not want to feel the pain that filled the small space, shrunk down more by the weakening and pitiful voice of the star.

Quickly, he brushed himself alongside Silvertongue and offered a friendly bump of his shoulder in thanks.