'This is the best.'
And it all belonged to him and all to him for many nights that would come. He didn't care if he lost out on the race to find the killer. He had achieved a greater trophy that no one else could.
Only he knew how much he had craved for such warmth in his past life. He was driven to madness even to the point of talking to his own 'ninjato' for company. After all, both he and his ninja sword were tools. Klautz had thus felt a certain sense of familiarity with his own sword.
"Mhmm," Verona squeaked in her sleep. Klautz could only imagine what kind of dream she had.
Had Verona been awake, Klautz wouldn't have felt so comfortable acting like a child.
As Klautz snuggled and comforted himself on her racks, he felt his body got heavier. His eyes drooped as the heavenly experience caused him to forget all of his worries.
*Hoot* *Hoot*
