[It's at the deepest point of this murky, bacchanalian riot of a night, lit strangely by the undulating Marillan glow, that a slight, tousled man walking along the beach laughs at something on his phone. He's wearing a hoodie and a small smile, and even that wouldn't make him look that much like a certain hopeful boy.
Lune-y Toon Adventures
Not unless an observer were entirely Lune-drunk.]