Nothing's Amiss [Lunasola & Becca]

[Lunasola]

It was a beautiful day out. Well, one one was used to grey skies and rainy spells, anything with remotely blue skies could be considered 'beautiful'. The field was littered with the occasional student that also deemed it fit to take advantage of the nice weather while it lasted, though they were few and far apart.

And then there was Lunasola. It wasn't as if being outside was unusual for him - far from such. In fact, it was becoming the point where being inside was unusual. Outside was much better. Outside had air, trees, grass, leaves, natural sounds and wide open spaces. It had everything that he could take comfort in, which was exactly why he'd chosen to sleep here.

To be fair, he wasn't exactly easy to see. The grass had not been trimmed for a while, so horizontally speaking, it was enough to obscure him from a distance. He was face down, legs kicked out to either side, a pose entirely unflattering. It seemed, from observation, that it wasn't the kind of pose of someone willingly drifting asleep, but more like someone who had just fell face first into the dirt and didn't get up, for some reason or another. At the very least, he was alive - according to the gentle rise and fall of his chest anyway.

[Becca Mac]

Becca had happened across an abandoned wiffle ball and bat in the and had taken them for herself. It took more tries than she was proud to admit to throw the ball up into the air herself and then swing the bat in time to hit it, and the first success had only been a disappointing skim. After several minutes practicing though, she was able to hit the ball clear across the field where it landed not two feet away from the sleeping felius.

Becca ran in the ball's general direction, but actually finding the ball in the untrimmed grass would prove to be more of a challenge then she cared to face right now. Her hair had been dyed black and pulled into a quick side ponytail that hung messily next to her face. She'd given up the track jacket for a pair of jean capris adorned with several gaping holes in each thigh as well as black top that exposed her midriff.

As Becca proceeded, she spun the bat in her hand, looking around the grass halfheartedly for the wiffle ball and singing the lyrics to a song she only vaguely knew the words to.

[Lunasola]

As the ball landed near him, Lunasola didn't stir one bit. Not much had stirred him so far, not even the breeze against his back or the stems of grass tickling his sides. He was entirely content to just lie there on the spot like the dreaming dead - scarily motionless, but also in rest.

It would take more than that to wake him.

[Becca Mac]

Becca didn't notice the felius in the tall grass until she bent to pick up the wifflle ball. He hadn't awoken from the ball landing so closely to him or from her singing. She smiled mischievously as she approached.

He was so cute, but Becca knew what would make him cuter. She squatted beside the boy and tied a bow out of the fur right on top of his head. If this didn't wake him, she'd proceed to tie several more into his fur, first starting at the cheeks until she eventually just put them wherever.

[Lunasola]

On closer inspection, one could see that his fur was remarkably unkempt, which would not be surprising for someone who may or may not have spent the entire night here. It was less of its usual fair, wispy yellow, and more coarse, murky, and unpleasant to the touch.

The feluis could feel something tugging on his hair. At first, he barely noticed it, still half lost in the hazy land of dreaming. Maybe it still was a dream. It felt like it. But when it moved to his cheek instead, that was when he sensed that something was indeed different.

He forced his eyes open, squinting at the blurry shapes he was met with. A groan escaped him as he adjusted his sight to the world beyond. There was green... there was blue... there was grey. Where was he? A field? It was starting to return to him...  He peeled his mud-encrusted arms from the earth in some start to push himself up.

At that moment, he suddenly become conscious of the fingers very close to his face. There was a thud of fright in his heart, and he swiftly twisted around to lash at the offending arm, not checking to see who it was.

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