Colt-kun

Up in the attic where I slept When I was a child; a little child In through the window the moonlight crept Bringing a tide of dreams that swept Over the low, red trundle bed Bathing the tangled curly head While moonbeams played at hide and seek With the dimples on the sun-browned cheek When I was a child, a little child! And oh, the dreams I dreamed When I was a child, a little child For the grace that through the window streamed Over my folded eyelids seemed To have the gift of prophecy And to bring me glimpses of times to be When growing up seemed to call Ah, that was the sweetest dream of all When I was a child, a little c

“I hate things that slime.” “I think the sewer-drenched look is good on you Sicar-get away from me!” “I think someone needs a hug!” Jake watched as Sicari slammed into the opposite wall, kicked by Yamato. A door opened, and out came a messy-haired boy. His bangs mostly hid the sealing wound and the symbols were already fading. “Alright there, Dae?” Jake asked, standing up and going over to him. “I’m great. Corbeau said it was pretty small. For once.” Dae grinned up at him, then the smile slipped away quickly. “But aren’t you hurt too, Jake?” Dae asked, and pushed Jake&