WC:177+ / Sorry for the wait. :/
Early morning found Matteo, still nursing his new tattoo, sitting on a rock overlooking a bending river in AniWaya's territory. He wore minimal clothing, today, for the sake of what was to come; training. Only his tank and jeans, and of course his boots, were worn. Everything else had been left at home.
...and he was freezing. He held his arms crossed over his chest, ears pinned back and fur fluffed up as much as it could go. He felt miserable and could only hope that Light hadn't forgotten about their meeting.
He'd been the one to ask Teo in the first place. He better not have. Dual-toned eyes scanned the direction where the Village was, searching for a white pelt amongst the barren foliage. Nothing. Not yet, anyway.
...Light, where the hell are you? He muttered, blowing hot air from his mouth into his hands and rubbing them together, trying to return feeling to his fingers. Damn this unholy season. He cursed, curling tighter and glaring at the thin sheet of ice on the river's edges.
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