#// wolfie borthday woooo

[crucifixi]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Happy Birthday Nico!

Today was December 6, the date Miss Melanie had assigned to him as his birthday. Wolfwood stood alone in the cool night, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. As the smoke drifted away, his mind wandered back to a memory from long ago.

It was a day just like this, except filled with laughter and cheer. Miss Melanie and the hopeland kids had thrown him a small surprise party. He could still see the makeshift cake, a haphazard tower of sweet rolls and jam, the children's excited faces, and Melanie's warm smile. They didn't have much, but they made do.

He was jolted from his reverie by a distant call. "Wolfwood!" The urgency in the voice brought him back to the present. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his boot. The smoke dispersed, taking along with it the remnants of his memory.

❛ I’m coming, don’t need to scream bloody murder— ❜

He called out and rubs the back of his neck with a sigh. With one last glance at the starlit sky, he turned and walked towards the source of the call, the echo of laughter still lingering in his ears.