Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180717152029/@comment-34052734-20180717210537

Kikoeru, who had shared the room with his brother, was ultimately blinded by the sun’s rays which pierced through the ajar blinds. The young boy grimaced, rolling out of bed and onto his tired feet that were put in his slippers’ gaping mouths. He stretched his arms over his head before trudging out of the room to greet his brother who was already awake. “Where’s mom?”