In this area of the forest, sparse tree coverage allowed moonlight to drench the entire clearing in pale light. A hooting sound pierced the air every seven seconds; between those intervals, other birds sang love songs to each other.
The air was cool, and Kage was tempted to sleep on the tree branch longer, but since the hooting started, he found it impossible to continue. Instead, he lay there silent, thinking.
Then he heard footsteps and glanced down.
Kaito was beneath him, walking away.
Kage frowned in mild irritation, then sighed.
"Disappointing..."
Kaito stopped and looked around, brows furrowed. He glanced up—the moonlight revealed someone perched in the tree but obscured their face.
"Who's there?"
Rustling, then a loud thud. The figure's face came into view. Kaito's eyes widened—something between shock and relief.
"Friend! Good to see you!"
He glanced up belatedly.
"...On a tree again."
Kage didn't return the pleasantries, just gave him a flat, expressionless stare.
