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The sun has yet to rise along with most of the residents of the small island town blessed by Astralis, well, save for a few. One of which settles down along the shore, casting his fishing rod in hopes of catching his fish of the day.
The cool sea breeze licks his cheek which Vanya finds comforting, yet he fails to catch his target yet again. He sets down his fishing equipment, eyeing the clear dim sky reflected by the Whale Sea. It’s not his usual fishing grounds—not this early at least, but he heard from Bill that this spot is the best for fishing seahorses.
“V-Vanya?”
Vanya turns his head to find a familiar gardener walking from the path leading to the everblooming Rainbow Field. He raises his arm in greeting and waits for the fellow town resident to approach.
“Good mo-morning Vanya… I don’t usually… see you... here, this early.”
Vanya glances down at the other’s bright form bundled up for the cold weather before returning to meet where he assumes his eyes are, hidden by his bangs. The bird on top of Blanc chirps.
“Well, you know how the saying goes, Blanc— the early fish catches the bait!”
Vanya flashes him a smirk, and Blanc flushes a bit, his ear twitching. Cute.
“I… I don’t think… that’s the saying.”
Vanya chuckles as he sets down his fishing rod. His fishing quest was abandoned, seeing a more entertaining target.
“And you? What brings you here?”
“I’m, uh- waiting… for Vernie… together, we watch… the sunrise.”
Ah.
Vanya crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, maintaining his teasing smile.
“Well, I won’t keep you then, wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”
“It’s alright— actually… I think she’s… running late.”
Vanya hums, leaning into the other’s space. Blanc starts to fidget, bouncing on balls of his feet. The bird on his head has long set its sight on the fishing bait, but Vanya doesn’t seem to care, if he ever noticed at all.
“It’s nice… to spend time… with true friends.”
Blanc continues as Vanya leans a little bit closer.
“And me? Am I your friend too?”
Vanya eyes Blanc’s tail wagging a bit.
“Of-of course… Vanya.”
Vanya fiddles with his fishing rod to hide his own flushed face.
“You wouldn’t mind me fishing, then?”
“I… don’t mind… at all.”
The sea starts to sparkle as it welcomes the rising of the sun. Vanya squints away from the light and glances at his companion. The sun’s glow allows him to peek through Blanc’s bangs, a warm content gaze meets him.
Maybe, he should fish in this place more often. Before sunrise.
