ORIGIN

"H-hey, wait up!" Booker yelped, scurrying after his friend. He stopped halfway out of the door to his home, indecisive, before rushing about to grab a few things, and tightening the chain of his monocle around his waist preemptively. It appeared, after all, that they were off on another adventure, and the numbat was sure it'd be easier to keep up with his friend if the shiny bit of glass was helping him see.

Satisfied, he nodded, trotting out of his home and bending a few mushrooms to cover the entrance even more, before turning and running after his friend, tiny pawpads making a tap, tap, tap sound on the comforting floors of Polaris.

[ Exit Booker ]