Kurapika wasn’t going to sleep, just rest a bit, but his head dropped down in uncontrollable nods in a fight against drifting off. The rain was falling heavier, but Senritsu’s quiet singing didn’t drown, but danced along it, made it a part of the melody. He could hear fabric shuffle, one of the boys trying to find comfort in their sleep, and his own raspy breath.
It was so calm and peaceful. When was the last time they had been like this? It must’ve been before crossing the fallen power lines. Leorio had made them a small shelter, which was surprisingly comfortable for four.
Kurapika’s thoughts drifted off with the melody. Leorio was always humming some tune, he would had loved to hear this song.
It almost felt like he was there, with everyone.
for hxh 69min, for promt “music”, a part of a zombie apoc au I’ve been thinking way too much about at work. ;;;