Grouse Thicket A distant heartache

@Valentine

What is he doing? Playing this game again, even Jean-Pierre feels it's getting old. Yet he cannot help falling back into habits. He feels cautious, nonetheless. This Asterism Grove is great on the cover, but he knows what lays before him will be chaos.

The beige prince wants to bang his head on a tree. Or three. Maybe four. It'll knock some sense into him, right?

At least, he isn't the only one looking worse for wear. Although he doesn't expect to run into Valentine again, least not after how much time had passed between their last meeting. Brown and white coat scruffy, and less meat on his bones, it takes Jean-Pierre a moment to realize that, yeah, it really is him laying there by the thicket.

Mon cher, Jean-Pierre exhales, approaching light on his feet. Valentine looks like Hell. You look terrible. What happened to you? The beige prince intrudes his personal bubble, attempting to groom the mess of his fur. For how could he let such a handsome man look so... ugly?