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The city sprawled out far below him in a purple-red-hued wash of colors; the night just coming to life, the sun kissing the last edges of the world with its stifling and brilliant rays. Albite kicked his legs idly, knees slung over a precipice, thick soled heels clunking against what he was sure was reinforced glass. Had to be, this many stories up and this much a monument to Destiny's general love of architecture, everything from gorgeously gaudy to sky piercing gauche.

He *liked* this building though!

The way it caught the worlds reflection in it's panes, the fact that the emergency exit hatch was tucked away into a myriad of hard to get through beams and at heights that most people didn't leisurely entertain venturing to the top of on the regular. It made it the perfect place, really. To perch himself and ponder one thousand thoughts too many -- to entertain them wildly -- to pair them down with sharp efficiency until it felt so utterly unlike *himself* to carve out any one thing more. His sigh when he pulled on a bond so familiar it was like calling home; like family, and magic, and the blood in his veins. Was full of warm air, city scent, and a longing bordering on loneliness.

He loved his best baby bonded! He did, he did he did!

Fiercely. Unendingly. He could've howled for it, that electric desire to clutch with claws in his grasp every single beautiful, perfect, amazing person that he considered *his* in this life! That same urge to let Haymitch be. Because he never wanted to burden him ******** anything, really? But he wasn't this time! WOULDN'T. He'd brought snacks! Stories! A whole good time!

He'd brought ideas---

And he knew Haymitch would entertain him, would hear him out judgement free at the very least and let him know if anything about them was even doable! Not that he would ever believe there was anything his bestest-baby-bonded couldn't do! But? Some things were beyond the pale even for a Mau...

Best to ask before he started installing ill-hatched and over-cooked projects into the rest of Trey's vehicles. A thought he smiled viciously for, that cracked his face n mood straight up, just imagining the look on Trey's face if -- and when -- he got a hold of something personal of the other man's once again.

"Hey-Mitch!" joking tease as was their usual, and yes, his hands were going to come away coated in thick fur and silken flyaways that he'd eventually find himself lint-rolle-brushing out of every fibrous piece of fabric he owned. There was no escaping it, in fact? It was far better instead to embrace the shed! To imbue himself early on with the fur by running his large hand over over his haybaby's kittenish form, plucking the occasional stray, off-gray chunk free and watching it sail almost spirit-like through the warm breeze.

"I got you something, you're gonna love this--" and he'd get to the heart of the matter in a second, in a minute, in-- ******** it, he'd get there eventually, once he stopped beaming like a sun baked dog over how *right* it felt to have Haymitch here. In his sights and all up in his senses. It made him feel like everything would be alright. Like the world was okay, and Albite hummed an offkey note as he quickly rummaged through his subspace, and pulled out a dandelion colored box, tied in ribbon, cool to the touch.

"It's mochi! The cold kind, supposedly there's different -- *like* -- fruits inside? Star ones, dragon ones, birds-eye chilis?" He popped it open between them like a smorgasbord, leaving the ribbon dangling enticingly, held by glue and prayers to the lid of the thing.

"We can make a challenge outta trying 'em. I've got so much s**t to catch you up on! I've got..." and as though there could possibly be any other being on this roof besides the two of them for miles!! Albite looked around, left, right, behind himself. He checked the godamn skies and then stared at Haymitch like he had the biggest secret to tell him! "I've got an actual project for you this time. A real one. A real two? I've got two--if that's okay?" Conspiratorial levels of whispering, just barely heard above the ambient noise of building, city, and wind.

He beamed at his kitten though, filled with love, filled with praise, and hope, and all those good things!