Peak

It was mid-autumn. The street was a typical scene for this time of year: gray skies, endless rain, a cold wind, and muddy feet. Puddles filled the paths around the house, and heavy clouds hadn't allowed the sun to break through the thick cloud cover for several days.

Because of this weather, almost all the clones preferred to stay in their rooms. No one wanted to go outside and freeze. Some even used the weather as an excellent excuse to do nothing. For example, Waru refused to leave his warm blanket this morning, declaring that life was too short for such feats.

Peak, however, had a completely different opinion. Despite the cold and the dreary atmosphere outside, he had no intention of being lazy. As usual, he took care of the household chores, kept order, and fulfilled his duties while everyone else idled.

When everything necessary was finished, Peak settled himself on the wide windowsill in the living room. Heavy raindrops fell slowly outside, breaking against the glass and trickling down in thin streaks. He watched them thoughtfully, lost in his own thoughts.

He was wearing a purple sweatshirt with the suit of spades on the chest and warm sweatpants. However, even this didn't protect him from the cold. A noticeable dampness wafted through the window, and a slight shiver ran through his body from time to time.

But the guy had no intention of leaving.

Something kept him here. Perhaps it was the calm of the autumn rain. Perhaps it was the rare good mood that had accompanied him since early morning.

From the outside, it might have seemed like Peak was angry or looking out into the street with irritation, as was often the case. However, in reality, it was the opposite. Today, he felt surprisingly calm.

Meanwhile, Umbrella was quietly wandering around the house. As usual, he tried not to disturb anyone and moved so silently that Peak didn't even notice his approach.

Only a few minutes later the jack was very close.

Stopping by the windowsill, Umbrella watched the king silently for a few seconds. Then he carefully picked up a blanket lying nearby and gently draped it over Peak's shoulders.

He flinched slightly in surprise and turned his head.

First his gaze stopped on Umbrella, then dropped to the soft, warm blanket.

A look of mild surprise appeared on the king's face.

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