Tetsuo-okino

it was a cold, starry night. all the animals had went to sleep, the crickets were the only ones who would be making noise, chirping. he was in a high, long tree branch. he was reading his book, his white, glimmering eyes glowing as his figure was illuminated by the vast glow of the full, glowing moon. he just sat there, reading his book, he hadn’t noticed you yet