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Minkah made his way down the leaves scattered paths of the woods back of Engineering. The trees were tall here, clumped together here and there. The air was cool, but the little boy figure didn't seemed bothered by the weather, oversized hoodie coming down to cover his fingers and ending mid-thigh. He was looking for someone as he walked, eyes

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Cillian was on his roof, crouched over a small hole, a few tattered shingles at his side. A branch had fallen in the night and torn open a portion that, as luck would have it, was directly above where he slept. Scowling, he held a thin plank of wood over the hole. His back still ached; he was sure he'd cracked a rib, landing against the bookcase like that. The symptoms of his concussion, at least, were gone. He rubbed at his mass of hair, squinting out into the forest. He would have to fix it before nightfall...

Pausing, his gold eyes narrowed on a figure in the trees. Small. A child? He waited for them to draw closer, watching their movement intently.

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Minkah came closer, now making a beeline for the small shack sitting in the more secluded area of the woods. He picked his way across the dirt and grass path carefully, until he came into open view of the building. Looking around and then up at the roof where Cillian was, Minkah just stood there, arms at his side, backpack on his back. His eyes were unblinking, just looking up waiting for the older spirit to acknowledge him.

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Cillian gaped for a moment, then closed his mouth quickly. It was... staring at him. He stared at others. They weren't supposed to stare back. Unnerved, he looked away before he licked his lips and spoke. "You want something?"

[saygoodbyeagain]

Minkah tilted his head to look up at him.

"Did you fix it?" He pointed a finger at Cillian, indicating the roof.

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Finally finished filling in all the cracks, Minkah covered the lid of the can again- just in time to feel the first droplets of rain start to hit the back of his neck. He looked up at the sky with an impassive expression of annoyance before scooting over to the edge of the roof, hopping down and landing in a light tumble. He picked himself up, placing the can back against the woodpile before coming over to stand in the tiny awning protecting the front door from rain. He stood quietly, just watching the rain start pouring.

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Cillian watched the first droplets slide down his window, unmoving against his pile of tattered blankets and worn pillows. The boy was gone from the roof, but where he'd gone to now... Cillian cared little.

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Minkah debated leaving. He could dematerialize and go back to Aubrey. But the nagging desire to know more about Fenrir or at least be close to the spirit (any spirit was better than a human, he told himself) made him stay. So instead of writing home on his arm, he pushed at the door and walked calmly into the shack.

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His eyes had slipped shut by the time Minkah had entered the shack, but they opened quickly when he heard the creak of his door. "What are you doing?" he demanded, though his voice was quiet. What possessed this boy to keep following him?