Firefly Glen [PHE] fire & rain

go keep your mother company, aditya told kitimat through laughter, playfully shooing the boy away. he'd been glued to his babaji all day, and while adi wouldn't have it any other way, he was in desperate need for a piss—

and with how long that particular activity was taking in his twilight years, he'd rather not have kitty lingering around to hear the quiet spatter.

smiling as the giggles faded into the trees, he lifted a leg and groaned through the intermittent flow, blowing out his lips in a somewhat exasperated exhale once he had finally finished. old age was a blessing of course, but some things. . .

as he turned, adi stopped short, nostrils flaring and a frown coming over his face. the small puddle beneath him was. . .darker. even more alarmingly, he had caught the scent of blood amid the acrid odor.

haaye, bhagwaan, he murmured, a sinking feeling of finality coming over him.