Fourth Melody

[lunaticprophet]

[Accidental Second Level. Waka is sitting on the Memorial park bench, playing his flute for the occasional passerby, whether they hear him or not, and a couple of pigeons. He's playing a rather pretty song; it at first sounds like an upbeat festival song, but it quiets down into a breathy lullaby. He puts his flute down for a moment. ]

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[divine_sun_wolf]

[Sneaks up and snuffles at him from behind.]

[lunaticprophet]

[He's a bit surprised at the snuffle.]

Ah, Amaterasu? I was not expecting you here, baby.

[divine_sun_wolf]

[She gets around. Putting her front paws on the bench, she looks around, sniffing the air. Nothing really interesting for the moment. Her fur seems to be thicker, it looks like her winter coat is finally growing in.

Leaning over, she gives him a playful bump with her nose.]

[lunaticprophet]

[He's pushed off the bench and right into the snow.]

Ompf! Aha ha ha ha, Cherie~, you know this prophet is not very fond of snow.

[He cuddles her from behind, dragging her into the snow.]

You know what they say, baby? Misery loves company! &hearts

[deviousintent]

[OHGOD YOU STILL HAVE THE RAKE roflakjgkla]

[lunaticprophet]

[YES HE DOES. And it's all your fault. :<]

[deviousintent]

[EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH SOME MORE NEARBY.]

[lunaticprophet]

[He notices you and waves~.]