Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

well, ashlar should have definitely felt some kind of butterflies in his stomach. he was looking at the rolling form of a stunning specimen, after all. well, aengus wasn't quite to the point of being a stunning specimen, as his limbs were still nothing but weak nubs and his eyes were barely working, but he was on the fast track to some great shit. thankfully, ashlar seemed to think so too, because the other boy stepped a little closer to peer into the dark hole.

aengus squeaked again and inched forward a little bit, hoping that some of that glorious sunlight would wash over him and fill him with warmth. what he did not realize is that he was probably scooting his tubby form further from his mother than she would have been comfortable with at his young and impressionable age. oh well, you live and learn.