Snippet #1942047

"Come on, Husky! They're all going to be asleep before we get there!" a girl's voice rang loudly through the night air, shattering the peaceful silence from a moment before.
If one were to follow the sound to its source, they would find a girl of approximately eighteen with long green hair panting as she ran up the empty street. A lime green backpack thumped noisily against her back with each step. Behind her, moonlight caught the silver hair of a boy that was following along behind her albeit much slower.
"There's no huge rush, Cooro. If that flyer's right, I imagine they'll be up all night just like us." The silver haired boy called up to the girl, but despite his words he broke out into a light jog.

Pausing to allow the boy to catch up to her, Cooro grabbed his hand and took off once more, pulling him along with her. "Rush or no rush, I want to be there already!" she glanced back at Husky with a grin as she rounded a curve in the road and stopped mid-step to gaze in awe at the mansion house that had suddenly come into sight like a phantom appearing from nothing.
"Woah." the girl stared up at the magnificent building before her, taking in and trying to memorize every detail; to burn every respect into her brain.

With a sigh, Husky put his hand on Cooro's shoulder and guided her up to the door where another boy had just arrived. Snapping out of her reverie, Cooro's bright eyes darkened as she realized how many people were around her. Half-stepping behind her twin, Cooro kept her head down and grabbed Husky's hand in a vise-like grip. Her grip was nothing Husky wasn't used to, so it didn't particularly bother him- since they'd come to the city he'd learned to deal with any pain she caused through it.

As they stepped up to the door, Husky rapped lightly on the open portal to announce their arrival. Producing the flyer from a pocket, the silver-haired boy unfolded the crumpled paper with one hand and held it up for the host to see, not wanting to interrupt any conversation she might be partaking in. Silently, the twins awaited welcoming or rejection, whichever might occur.