Chapter 99
"Kooo koro kooo!" the native cock in the street crowed, dragging its voice through the quiet like it had a personal vendetta against sleep.
It was the signal that morning was about to start, and it was better to wake now than to be assaulted awake by the neighbourhood and street madness that always followed.
The sun had slowly begun taking over the moon and stars, peeling back the night in thin, golden strokes.
Only serious people would be up by this hour, and surprisingly—for once—Kairen was among those serious, unfortunate people.
He stood by the bed, eyes heavy from forcing himself into consciousness, hair rough and scattered in every direction Nana's fingers had freed it into last night.
He scratched his lower belly lazily, releasing a yawn that trembled from his chest to his throat.
His matching Batman pajamas caught the small slice of sunlight sneaking through the cracked window, giving them a soft little glow they didn't ask for.
