blackbird singing in the dead of night
Who: Klonoa, Alexander
What: Having a talk.
Where: Starscream's pineapple.
When: Friday morning
Warnings: nothing?
Klonoa, ever since talking to Antovil, had tried to smile. He really had. It had helped that the King of Sorrow had arrived; it was good to see him again-but what little gain on happiness Klonoa retained had soon slipped away as easily as it had arrived.
And now he was sitting in the little room Starscream had made for him, holding a little bird in his hands, turning it over and over continuously. Staring blankly.
What: Having a talk.
Where: Starscream's pineapple.
When: Friday morning
Warnings: nothing?
Klonoa, ever since talking to Antovil, had tried to smile. He really had. It had helped that the King of Sorrow had arrived; it was good to see him again-but what little gain on happiness Klonoa retained had soon slipped away as easily as it had arrived.
And now he was sitting in the little room Starscream had made for him, holding a little bird in his hands, turning it over and over continuously. Staring blankly.