Melon strolls along the quiet boardwalk, hands in his pockets, the neon glow of the city reflecting in his sharp green eyes. The salty breeze ruffles his fur, but he barely reacts, his steps light and effortless, as if he’s merely enjoying the night.

The wooden planks creak underfoot, but he doesn’t look back. Instead, he hums a soft, playful tune, tapping his fingers against his thigh in time with the rhythm. The distant chatter of late-night crowds fades as he veers down a more secluded path, past empty benches and darkened storefronts.

He pauses at the railing, gazing out at the water, letting the moonlight catch the curve of his grin. The ocean rolls in, crashing softly against the rocks below. A perfect spot—isolated, quiet.

Without warning, he speaks, his voice smooth and amused.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” His gaze never leaves the horizon. “Nothing quite like a peaceful walk… though I do wonder—” He tilts his head slightly. “How long do you plan on following me?”

A chuckle escapes him, soft and knowing. Then, at last, he turns.