aquosis

Kiku checked his watch. Thirty-five minutes was pushing it, even for Alfred. Back to the binoculars. The outpost was in the middle of nowhere. Despite the danger, Kiku couldn’t help put appreciate the majestic, ragged peaks of the mountain. He didn’t even mind the light snow that fell from the sky; it only made surveillance easier, and everything was beautiful. Forty minutes. Kiku drummed a rhythm against binoculars with his fingers. He pulled his hat lower, wondering if any of the scouts could see his black hair. Alfred had bought him a white beanie; while Fiji beaches were beautiful, at night, Kiku’s hair was like a black