[accidental video/action] Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?

[hamburellakind]

[The video starts abruptly, showcasing John's back as he walks-- something that's a little rare for him, what with the god tier flying and all --down the hall. His movements are slow and his steps are small, almost like he's not all that convinced that he wants to move forward in the first place. His hands fidget around, picking at his pants before floating up to grip the opposite elbow. The gesture seems to be his feeble attempt to keep himself from trembling anymore than he is already.

A sharp, high pitched noise tears from John's throat, and the feed ends.]

Comments

[hamburellakind]

Why does this place keep making me so sad?

[forgottenmother]

[Ammy shakes her head.]

I don't know, but you have friends here who will help you through it, if you allow us.

[hamburellakind]

[John nods, petting Ammy's fur absently.]

Maybe this is an event thing.

[forgottenmother]

[She nods in agreement while obviously enjoying the pets.]

[hamburellakind]

[John keeps up the petting since it's clearly a good thing.]

Thanks, Ammy.

[forgottenmother]

[The wolf licks his face and wags her tail.]