Her undead heart broke at the very sight.. she carefully sat down on the old sofa beside Arlo, her expression soft
ā are you able to tell me what happened..?ā
She asked in a gentle tone, Oswald poking his head out of her cape pocket, his tiny nose twitching at the familiar scent
ššššššš ā±
father, Vincent. He wasn't even sure his father was in the country. He only showed up when he felt like it.
Arlo sat stock still on the old sofa, getting lost in thought.
