Mosina 2

"Is this really necessary?"

>"Why of course, darling, the fitting is the most crucial part of a custom suit...well, that and I've never had the chance to work with a specimen like you."

>"Just let her do her job, Anon, Rarity is the best, she'll have you looking sharp for my brother's wedding!"

"...But did I have to disrobe?" You ask, standing in Carousel Boutique in nothing but your underwear

>Mosina and Rarity giggled

>"Of course Anon, only by removing as much obstructive material as possible can I get the precise measurements for your suit!"

>"And get a gander at that exotic form of yours..." Mosina said sarcastically, biting her lip

>"Oh certainly, truly an extraordinary find darling." Rarity said, taking another step back to examine your form

>Mosina had seen you like this around the house, but parading you in front of someone you'd only spoken to a handful of times around town?

>You strike a pose and smile

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy the show ladies." You say, trying to laugh at the situation rather than get embarrassed

>Rarity grinned ear to ear

>"It's wonderful to see somepony so comfortable with themselves come through for a change."

>Mosina chuckled

>"You don't know the half of it, you should see him around the house." She said

>You roll your eyes

"Careful, we don't want to traumatize her now."

>In a flash, Rarity whips her measuring tape around you, taking note of places you were dimly aware you had

>"Done, and done. You're all set my dear. Come back tomorrow and I'll have everything ready for you."

"Thanks, I guess?" You say, scratching your head

>You didn't expect it to be so quick

>"You're absolutely welcome darling," Rarity said, as you redressed

>"And do me a HUGE favor, let anypony who asks know all about who made you look so fabulous."

>Mosina laughed

>"I'll hold him to that, thank you so much again, Rarity. Come on Anon, we've still got a lot to do!" She said pulling you out the door...

"Someone's in a hurry today..." You say, zipping up your fly as you get outside

>"Well we've only got two days before we need to head to Hollow Shades, I think we can afford to be a little speedier than usual, don't you?" She said, looking at her "to-do" list

"I think you need to slow down and relax, everything's fine. Two days is more than enough time."

>"You're such a man. I need to find a dress, find a present, fix up my mane, and-"

>You put your finger to her lips to silence her

"Take a deep breath, and chill. Why don't you give me the list, I'll take care of some of this stuff and you go get your woman junk all taken care of."

>She stopped and thought for a minute

>"You're sure you can handle it? The last time I sent you on errands didn't go so hot."

>You scoff

"That was mostly Flik's fault, let me help out so you can stop stressing."

>"Well...okay. You can go find a present. Something nice please? We want you to make a good first impression..."

>You crack a sly smile as you walk away

"Don't worry, I'm thinking about getting them a Fruit-of-the-Month club membership."

>Mosina's eye starts twitching, and she buries her face in her hooves

>"Luna help us..."

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>You walk through town, scratching your head

"Something nice...something nice..." You think to yourself, looking from store to store

>You'd never even been to a wedding before, you had no idea what made a good wedding gift

>Some special sweets from Sugarcube Corner?

>Nah, food would probably go bad by the time you got there, or get otherwise compromised

>How about a nice blender or something?

>Did ponies even use blenders?

>You hadn't seen one yet

>"Anon!" You hear, snapping you out of your head, seeing Flik struggling to carry several heavy bags

>Several ponies watched on, silently giggling at the changeling's ordeal

>Quickly you rush over and grab a few off of him, much to his relief

"Show's over folks, go gawk at something else, will ya?"

>The spectators stifled their laughter and went about their business

>Despite being a long standing member of the town, some still hadn't warmed up to him yet it seemed

>"Thanks, Mosina putting you to work too, huh?" Flik asked, readjusting his remaining bags

"Apparently not as much as you, all she asked me to do was find a wedding gift." You say, looking through the bags you'd taken

>Flik shrugged

>"So you're getting the gift, huh? Big responsibility there. Have any ideas?"

"Not a clue, I've never even been to a wedding."

>Flik scratched his chin

>"Well, maybe I can help you. If we put our heads together I'm sure we can think of something."

>Together the two of you browse various specialty stores, hunting for anything that could be a potential gift

>After an hour, nothing seemed to catch your eye

>Finally, having been driven to the last store in town, the magic shop, your frustration got the best of you

"This is hopeless! How am I supposed to know what to get them? What would two bat ponies even want on their wedding day?"

>"Perhaps "I" may be of assistance..." a voice calls from behind a veiled door

>You and Flik watch as a decrepit, hobbled pony emerged from the back

>"If exotic treasures are what you seek, follow me..." He said, pulling the veil aside

>The two of you look at each other

"Screw it, we might as well take a look." You say

>Flik seems apprehensive at first, but follows you through the doorway

>"I don't know about this Anon...this guy gives me the creeps."

"What do we have to lose, honestly?"

>The old shopkeeper magically lights the lamps around the room, revealing shelves covered in all sorts of strange trinkets and do-dads

>Strange things, but mostly benign

>"So you seek a gift, yes?" The shopkeeper asked, chuckling slightly

"Yes, for a bat pony wedding, I have no idea what to get them." You admit

>The shopkeeper begins walking the shelves, looking at the wares that adorned them

>"The denizens of Hollow Shades are difficult for outsiders to understand, very few do, and fewer still have ever tried. For one such as you to demonstrate an understanding of their culture, it would make for quite the impression."

>You and Flik looked at each other in disbelief

"How did you...?"

>"Aha! This will do nicely." He said, pulling a small cube off of the shelf and blowing away the dust, handing it to you

>You examine it closer

>It was pretty heavy, and appeared to be silver

>The sides were etched with unfamiliar markings

>They reminded you of hieroglyphics

"What is it?" You ask, tossing it up and down

>"An ancient artifact, from the days before the race found itself settled in Hollow Shades. There are many who seek these treasures for their own personal collections, depriving those who would honor it properly."

>You rolled the cube in your hands

"How do I know this is legit?"

>The shopkeeper smiled

>"The answer you seek is right under your nose."

>Then it hit you

>You looked down at the Ward Mosina had given you, bearing it's crescent moon and star

>As you looked back at the cube, and almost immediately spotted the same symbol on the top of it

>It was too precise to be just some amateur copy

"Well I'll be damned...so how much do you want for it?" You ask

>"Given that it's for such a special occasion...50 bits."

>You reach for your moneybag

>"Anon, I really don't think this is a good idea..." Flik cautioned

"Relax, this is gonna be great!" You say, tossing the bag at the shopkeeper

"There should be just about 50 bits in there, a little more probably. Keep the change."

>As you and Flik walk out, you can hear diabolical laughter emanating from the back room

>You look over your shoulder as the two of you step out into the street

"That should probably be concerning, shouldn't it?" You ask Flik

>He just raises an eyebrow at you

>"Yeah, probably."

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>By the time you got home, it was getting dark

>Mosina had beaten you home apparently

>Had it really taken you that long to find a present? Damn you're slow

>"Hello boys, you sure were out for a long time...lot's of shopping?" She said, fluttering over to you and giving you a peck on the cheek

"You don't know the half of it." You say

>She smirks

>"Of course. So, did you actually find a present?"

"As a matter of fact, I did." You say proudly

>You reach into your bag and pull out the cube, holding it out triumphantly

>Mosina squints at it, looking real close

>"What is it?" She asks, confused

"Stumped the master, did I? I thought you would recognize something like this instantly."

>She scratches her head

>"No, really Anon, what is it? A box?"

>She had to be joking

"Mosina, come on, it's a bat pony artifact. Very rare, your family is gonna love it!"

>She facehoofed and sighed deeply

>"Okay, Anon. I hope you don't mind if I pick out something else tomorrow as well. Nothing wrong with bringing two gifts I suppose."

"But...I've already got-"

>She quickly fluttered over and kissed you on the lips

>"Don't you worry, I'll take care of it." she said reassuringly before rushing down the hall

>Flik chuckled

>"I don't think she liked it very much." He said

"Shut up, Flik..."

>That night you lay in bed, turning the box around in your hands

>Could you have been duped?

>If Mosina didn't even recognize it, how could it possibly be real?

>But as you looked at the markings, especially that moon and star, something bigger than your pride reassured you

>At some point, you dozed off into a deep sleep

>So deep that it was all the worse when you felt yourself getting yanked out of bed suddenly

>"Anon! Wake up! We've gotta catch the train!" Mosina said frantically

"Wha...what train?" You groan, clumsily climbing to your feet

>"There was a mistake at the station, our tickets are for today! We've got to leave now!"

>As you manage to orient yourself, you watch as Mosina zips around the room, throwing belongings into your travel bags

"Alright, alright, I'll just head to the Boutique and-"

>"Already taken care of, I picked it up and a new gift as soon as I saw our tickets." She said, tossing a bag at you, knocking you backward

>In a flash you were out the door and running through town toward the station

>It was too early for most of the populace to be out and about, so thankfully there were few to watch the scene

>Laced with most of the burden, you struggle to keep up with Mosina the whole way

>When you reach the train, you're gasping for breath, dropping to the floor in exhaustion

>Not thirty seconds later, the train started to pull away

>"Right on time..." Mosina said, relieved

>She flopped down onto the seat and looked down at you on the floor

>"Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, just peachy." you gasped, sitting up against the seat

"What sort of trip are we looking at?"

>"About seven or eight hours. Hollow Shades is pretty far, even by train." She said

"Great, maybe then I can make up for all that sleep I lost this morning." You reply, climbing up onto the seat and laying down, your head on Mosina's lap

>She made a surprisingly good pillow

>"Sorry Anon, but I think it'd be best to go over a few things about..."

>Your slight snore indicated that her thought need not be finished

>She can't help smile down at you, brushing your hair with her hoof

>A small sigh escapes her lips

>"I guess we'll have time for that later."

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>When you awoke, the sun was high in the sky, the sound of the train wheels screeching slightly on the tracks barely audible through in your car

>You sit up and yawn, feeling refreshed after your hectic morning

>"Well good afternoon sleepyhead." Mosina said as she came walking back into the car

"Where were you?" You asked

>"Just checking how much farther we have to go. Should be another hour or two."

"Fantastic." You say, stretching

>Mosina chuckles

>"Yes, it is fantastic. Leaves us enough time to go over a few things before we get there."

>You groan

"What could we possibly have to go over that you haven't told me before?"

>"Just some stuff about proper etiquette while we're in Hollow Shades, it's not like exactly the same as the rest of Equestria." She explains

>Of course not, that would be too easy

"Fine, lay it on me."

>She smiled and jumped up onto the seat beside you

>"Glad that you're so eager to get started!"

>For the next two hours, Mosina gives you the run down on how you would be expected to behave in Hollow Shades

>In front of her family in particular

>Apparently, this was going to be a mainly no fun allowed sort of trip

>Mosina explained how her family was of more conservative persuasion in the community, distrustful of outsiders, and very traditional

>You would have to be on your absolute best behavior

>"In all honesty, it'd probably be best to stay quiet unless directly spoken to." She said

"What? Don't think mom and pop will be as susceptible to my charms as you?" You say with a devilish grin

>The wheels of the train screech loudly as it begins to slow down, approaching the station

>Mosina rolled her eyes hopelessly

>"Unfortunately, probably not."

>The train finally comes to a full stop

>"Just follow my lead, and you'll be fine." She said

>As you step out onto the platform, you notice something

>Or rather, a LACK of something

>There was almost nobody around

>The clerk was there, but there were no passengers, no lines typical of one of the most popular forms of transport in Equestria

>It was like a ghost town

"Are we in the right place?" You ask

>Mosina looks at you questioningly

>"Duh? You think I'd get us lost so quickly?"

"No...but there's nobody here..."

>"Remember where we are Anon, it's mid-afternoon. Bat ponies are mostly nocturnal. This is like Ponyville at 4 in the morning."

>Suddenly the complete absence of activity made a lot more sense

"This trip is going to mess up my sleep schedule isn't it?" You ask

>Mosina giggled

>"Unless you want to sleep through everything important, yeah probably."

>When you step outside of the terminal, you're greeted by a scene much like there was inside

>Cobblestone streets with nobody on them, houses dark, and an unusual silence

>The thick canopy above blocked most of the sunlight, but rays shone down through to the ground all around

>It was almost eerie

>Then again, this place was ass backwards compared to just about everywhere else

"No offense, but this place is giving me the creeps."

>"Really? This is usually my favorite time of day here. Nice and quiet, it's so peaceful compared to when night falls."

>You raise an eyebrow

"Gets crazy after dark huh?"

>Mosina shrugs

>"No crazier than anywhere else...well, maybe a little. Just not my preferred crowd, you know."

"I don't think I've ever met anyone who was so...unhappy with their own group."

>"Really?"

>You think

"Actually, I take that back, I did know a few back where I come from."

>"Who were they?" Mosina asked curiously

"Democrats."

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>Mosina showed you around town while you waited for the sun to go down

>It would be rude to show up at the family home and wake everyone up at such an ungodly hour

>Well, to them anyway

>She took you to see the sights, explain the history

>All in all, Hollow Shades was pretty fascinating

>And the complete lack of anyone around made for few distractions, allowing you to absorb everything wholly

>Eventually, the early birds started to emerge

>Each one giving you and Mosina quizzical looks as they passed

>Especially you

>It was a little uncomfortable actually

"Is the staring normal?" You whisper to Mosina

>"Huh? Oh, yeah, don't worry it's nothing personal. The locals do that to all outsiders." She said

"Even if I'm with one of their own?"

>She sighs

>"Truth be told, that doesn't so much improve their thoughts about you than it lessens their opinion of me."

>Something about that statement made you freeze up for a moment

>Mosina had told you before that she was a bit of a black sheep in her own family, but the entire town?

>It just didn't sit right

"Well, I'm sorry to sully your reputation." You say

>She scoffed, and looked you in the eyes

>"Anon, please. I wouldn't have it any other way."

>You smile at her, and she returned it

>"It's almost dark. we should probably be getting to the house." She said, looking up toward the sky

>The streets start to teem with life as you make your way through the town

>She stops at at particular corner, looking up at the sign, and then to the modest home adjacent to it

>"This is it, 1 Mangosteen Way..."

"Don't sound too excited now, you might just get my hopes up." You say sarcastically

>"I'm just a little nervous is all." She said

>You ruffle her mane

"That makes two of us."

>Mosina takes a deep breath and prepares herself

>The two of you walk up the steps to the front door

>"Alright, here goes..." She said, knocking on the door

>For a moment, there was only silence

>You shift nervously

"They're awake, right?"

>"Shhh!" Mosina said

>Suddenly from the other side of the door, you hear hooves excitedly rushing toward the door

>After the sound of about a million and one locks being undone, the door flings open

>Before you is a young adult stallion, his icy blue eyes bright as he spots Mosina

>"Little Sis!" He exclaimed, quickly throwing his hooves around her in a great bear hug

>"It's so good to see you again!"

>Mosina gasps for breath under the pressure of the hug

>You stifle a laugh as you realized that must run in her family

>When the stallion finally relents a bit, she manages to return the embrace

>"It's good to be back Trotsky, I couldn't wait to congratulate you in person!"

>Trotsky released her and stepped back with a big smile on his face

>"Thank you, and thank you so much for coming, it really wouldn't be the same without you." He said

>You stood off to the side silently, looking off into the distance as the reunion took place in front of you

>Trotsky glanced over to you for the first time since the he opened the door

>His eyes scanned you up and down, as if he was sizing you up

>"Oh yeah, Trotsky, this is Anon. He's the one I wrote to you all about." Mosina said

>Trotsky walked up to you

>Suddenly, his demeanor became much friendlier as he held out a hoof

>"Good to finally meet you Anon, my sister has told me all about you."

>You took his hoof and gave it a firm shake

"Likewise."

>"I've never seen one of your kind before, I mean, we don't get many visitors of ANY kind but, you know. You must tell us all about yourself!"

>You chuckled

"Not too many ponies have, but this whole thing is about you and your soon to be wife, I'm just here with Mosina."

>"So modest..." Trotsky said, turning to Mosina

>"I like it."

>Mosina grinned at you

>"What can I say? I know how to pick 'em."

>Trotsky stepped back into the doorway, motioning for you both to come in

>"We're just waiting on Glasnost, come on in, Mama and Papa are dying to see you." He said, turning to you

>"Both of you."

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>As the two of you stepped into the house, you notice immediately how dimly lit everything is

>Was perpetual darkness something these ponies actually TRIED to live in?

>You couldn't help but internally facepalm as you realized how obvious the answer was

>"Mama, Papa, Mosina is here!" Trotsky called

>You could hear a mature female voice call from the back immediately

>"Well bring her back! Don't just stand there!"

>Trotsky looked at you

>"Come with us, just follow behind and wait for our parents to speak to you." He said

"You got it." You replied with a small nod

>You and Mosina followed Trotsky through toward what you could only assume was the kitchen, judging by the smell emanating from it

>As they rounded the corner, you can see their faces light up

>"Mama! Papa!" She cries, rushing forward

>You poke your head around the corner, standing behind Trotsky

>You see Mosina hugging who you could only assume was her mother

>What was most striking was how similar they looked

>She was almost identical to her mother, minus the latter's grayed mane and less stylish spectacles

>Her father was a completely different story

>He was a large man...pony...whatever

>Kind of that red farmer pony from back home, never did catch that one's name

>His demeanor was cold, stone cold, even in the presence of this family reunion

>It was a bit unnerving

>"It's been far too long since you've been home, Mosina." Her mother said

>"I'm sorry Mama, we've been so busy in Ponyville we just haven't had time to visit."

>"Your brothers make time, surely you could do the same..."

>The older mare's eyes drifted over to you, catching your stare

>"And who's this then?" She said, moving past her daughter and toward you

>Mosina quickly rushed to your side, a big cheesy smile on her face

>"Mama, Papa, this is Anon. Remember, from my letters?" She said

>Both of her parents eye you skeptically

>"We remember. Though you neglected to mention...something." Her mother said, approaching and inspecting you closely, as if looking for some sort of flaw

>Eventually, she takes a step back and looks you square in the eye

>She gave you that same look Mosina gave you when you were trying to hide something

>"Well hello to you, Anon. I'm Camomile and this is Mosina's father, Minsk. We've been looking forward to meeting you for some time now."

>You swallow the lump in your throat with much struggle

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, like she said we've just been really busy and-"

>"Mosina tells us that you work in government, that must be interesting." Camomile said, interrupting you

"Well, yes, I'm an assistant for the mayor of Ponyville. Nothing major really..."

>Camomile looks over to her husband, and smirks

>"How nice of them to let an outsider take such an important position." She says, with a small chuckle

>"Isn't that nice of them, dear?"

>Minsk looked on uninterested

>"Irresponsible if you ask me." He muttered

>Were they playing some sort of "Good Parent, Bad Parent" routine?

>Camomile gave an exaggerated gasp

>"Minsk! Don't be rude to Mosina's friend...I'm sure Anon is quite qualified for his work. Isn't that right?" She asked, looking at you with what you swore was a wink

"Um...well, yeah I guess so." You manage to say

>Camomile gives you a very...odd smile

>"I thought as much." She said

>Trotsky and Mosina were looking slightly uncomfortable

>"So...Mama, when can we expect Glasnost?" Mosina asked

>"Oh you know how your brother is...he comes and goes as he pleases. Ever since the accident he's become very reclusive, he even sent little Radom off to a boarding school in Canterlot. His own son!"

>Mosina's eyes widened

>"Radom isn't here?" She asked

>Camomile waved her hoof dismissively

>"Oh don't worry, I'm sure Glasnost won't let him miss the wedding."

>Mosina gave a sigh of relief

>"Thank Luna, it'd be a shame if my favorite nephew wasn't here with the rest of the family."

>Trotsky ribbed her slightly

>"You worry too much, sis. Come on, I'll show you and Anon to your rooms."

>You raise an eyebrow

"Rooms?"

>Trotsky nodded

>"Yes, as in two separate rooms. Surely that's not a problem, is it?"

>Camomile and Minsk eyed you intensely

>You looked at Mosina, who's face had "shut up and just go with it" written all over it

"Uh, no...just thought I misheard. Need to clean out the ears again I guess." You say, chuckling nervously, digging at your ear with your finger awkwardly

>Mosina groaned slightly, and took you by the hand, pulling you along

>"Lead the way Trotsky."

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>The stairway was cramped, clearly not designed for someone of your stature

>But Mosina and Trotsky make their way just fine, snickering as you struggle

>When you finally reached the top of the steps, your back was a mess

>With audible cracks, you stretch yourself out

>"You alright Anon? I didn't think you were THAT out of shape..." Mosina chuckled, patting you on the back

"Excuse me for having a desk job..." You say, finally getting the notch out of your back

"This will be your room Anon, it's just a guest room, nothing too fancy." Trotsky said, motioning toward the door on your left.

>"And Mosina, you know where yours is, mama and papa kept it mostly how you left it."

>"Mostly?" She asks, cocking her eyebrow

>Trotsky stifles a giggle

>"Mama "may" have done a little decorating..." He said, pushing the door open

>The walls were adorned with deliciously embarrassing childhood photos of Mosina, her brothers too, but those weren't the ones you were saving in the old memory bank for later laughs

"Wow..." You chuckle, walking in and checking out the walls, closing in on one of a certain incredibly dorky looking young filly baring a huge braces covered smile for a school picture

"Check you out!"

>Mosina's cheeks flushed red

>"Yeah, yeah, I know, I used to look like such a nerd..."

>You flash a devilish grin

"Used to?"

>She punches your shoulder, and you feign excruciating pain

"Trotsky, you see how she treats me?"

>He grins

>"Maybe it's best we keep you two separate after all, no telling what she'd do if we stuck you together in here."

>Mosina groaned

>"Barely 20 minutes and my own brother's already taking your side, are you happy?" She asks you

"Oh, extremely." You say, putting on your coolest face

>After a few hours, with no sign of anyone else showing up that night, you decided to get a jump on "fixing" your sleeping pattern

>By that, you would try being nocturnal for once

>Just at the break of dawn, you actually managed to get to sleep after much struggle

>Not only were the passages in this house too small, so was the bed

>It kept you tossing and turning throughout the day until finally the sun began to fall again

>With a groan, you're pulled from a dream you had been enjoying very much

>You were back home, earth, but Mosina was with you

>Together, the two of you explored your hometown, and the countryside around it

>Despite the glaringly bullshit part of nobody caring that she was a pony, it was a good dream

>You flipped onto your side, struggling to force yourself up

>Cracking open an eye, you expect to just see darkness out the window next to you

>But instead, you're met with the stare of two brilliant golden eyes

>Very close to your face

"HOLY SHIT!" You cry, shooting up and falling off the other side of the bed, your head bouncing off the floor

>You grab the back of your head in pain, struggling to reorient yourself to face the threat

>Scooting up against the wall, you grab the lamp off the nightstand beside you, holding it defensively

>As the adrenaline fades, you see the "threat" sitting curiously on the bed, looking at you with squinted eyes

>A batpony colt

>"You're weird, are you some kind of monkey?" It spoke, it's accent the same oddly eastern European that Trotsky and Mosina's parents had

>You sigh and put the lamp back on it's stand

"I'm not a monkey, I'm a human. What are you doing in my room?"

>"This is Grandma and Grandpa's room, not your room. I've never heard of a human before, what's that?"

>Grandma and Grandpa...?

"Give me a minute, kid, you scared the hell out of me..." You say, standing up

>He looked at you skeptically, his violet mane hanging slightly across his face

>"Sorry, I was just wondering who you were..." He said

>"My name's Radom! What's your name?"

"Anon..." You yawned

>His eyes lit up

>"Oh! You're Uncle Anon!"

>So they already told him, maybe you weren't up as early as you thought

>Wait..."Uncle"?

"Uncle...?"

>"You and aunt Mosina are together! That makes you my Uncle! Like Uncle Trotsky!" Radom said excitedly

>Oh boy...

"Listen, Random, that's not how-"

>jumping off the bed. Radom glides across the room into your chest forcefully, hugging you

>"I heard you and aunt Mosina go on all kinds of cool adventures, that you've been all over Equestria! That you-"

>"RADOM!" a voice calls from the doorway

>He instantly releases you and tries to appear as inconspicuous as possible

>Sneaky little bastard

>"Didn't we tell you NOT to bother Anon while he was sleeping?" Mosina asked, stepping into the room

>Radom looked at the ground, scratching at it with his hoof

>"Sorry aunt Mosina, I just wanted to see who you were talking about at breakfast..."

"Woah, I missed breakfast?"

>"We need you to be awake tonight, you needed all the hours you could get." She said

"But...but breakfast..." You say pleadingly, giving her puppy-dog eyes

>Your stomach growled right on cue

>Mosina rolled her eyes at you and smiled

>"Lucky for you we saved plenty."

>She turned to the colt sitting next to you

>"Your father wants you back downstairs Radom."

>The little batpony nodded obediently

>"Yes ma'am..." he sighed, turning back to you

>"It's good to meet you Uncle Anon!"

>It still sounded weird every time you heard it

"You too Radom..." You say as he scurries out of the room

>When you heard his footsteps reach the bottom floor, walk up to Mosina and give her a small kiss

>She fights to stay in the embrace as you break it

"Feeling a little deprived are we?" you ask

>She leans back out the door to make sure the coast is clear before closing the door behind her

>She gives you a look that answers your question and then some, capturing you in another embrace only to break it again moments later

>"Uncle Anon?" She asks, laughing a little a she says it

"Trust me, I'll explain later..."

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