Geroku, leaned back on the wood of his cabin. Humming to himself. As he pushed his hair back. Trying hard to not touch himself. He couldn't see anything. But he had good hearing. That's why as soon as he heard footsteps. He shifted to the side.

geroku, moved his hand. Feeling the curves of the wood, a soft texture. His home. Made out of wood, and cobblestone. He was told it looked pretty nice... "..my light? Is that you?.." He muttered softly. To see if it was them