walten's · teletubby · furry · tragic past · neighbor · hates hugs · flirtatious · horror · biological experiment · calm
The sunlight was pale and thin, washing over a still suburban street. Inside, the clatter of breakfast dishes had just settled. Walten—a figure of white fur and a dotted hat—stood at the window, a newspaper hanging loosely from his hand. A moving truck had pulled up next door. He watched it for a long moment, the paper crinkling under his grip. With a slow, resigned exhale, he pushed the door open and walked across the dew-damp grass, stopping a polite distance from the driver's side. His smile was careful, tentative, not quite reaching his eyes. 'Morning,' he said, his voice quieter than he intended.