Fish Bones
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Nanami blinked and tilted her head in confusion. "Aah... what are you doing...?" She had gone for a walk on the castle grounds, and had discovered the strange blonde winger crouched by a fence, digging a shallow hole. A pile of fish bones was scattered next to him.
Sid blindly waved a hand at her. "Nothing. Go away."
Nanami huffed and put her hands on her hips. "Hey, you can't just brush me off!"
The winger hummed tunelessly to himself as he swept the bones into the hole and pushed the dirt back over it, patting it down. He picked up a small rock and stuck it into the soft patch of earth.
Nanami watched with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
Sid stood up and turned, looking down at the girl. He stared at her in silence for a long moment. Finally, he said, "You're nosy."
With that, he brushed past her, striding down the path back towards the castle.
Nanami blinked, and then jogged after him. "Hey! I'm not nosy!" she defended as she caught up with him.
"A pest, too."
"Stop insulting me!"
Sid slowed to a stop and faced her again. "Stop following me."
Nanami folded her arms. "You're pretty anti-social."
"You're pretty irritating. Shouldn't you be in bed, or something?"
"I'm not a child."
He raised a brow slightly. "Could have fooled me."
The girl let out an annoyed noise and threw her hands up. "Fine! Geez, I was just wondering what you were doing, but I'll leave you alone then."
She was a few steps away when his voice reached her ears again.
"Burying fish bones," Sid said, his voice carrying easily on the still night air.
The girl blinked and looked over her shoulder. "Why...?"
The winger shrugged his narrow shoulders. "The fish died. Dead things get buried. Like all the people in the graveyard. They told me not to bury my fish there anymore..."
The odd words struck Nanami. She wasn't sure what to make of them, but something in the strange winger's tone suggested a deeper meaning to his eccentric actions. "Well... well, I'm sure no one will mind if you bury them here," she finally said, her voice softer.
She felt a little sorry for him, for some reason.
A crooked smile quirked Sid's lips. "Good... good, I don't want them to just get thrown away. It's not right..."
"Maybe not," the girl murmured, watching him leave. She shook her head and walked down another path.
You never could tell what strange meetings a late night walk might bring.