"Different camps," Natalie replied, a little less strained, although there was a lot of willpower being put to that. Because she was still watching. A car window was rolled down, a woman called out for the boy – Time to go, sweetheart! – who pulled back a little and glanced over, clearly hesitating.
But Natalie knew he'd still go in a moment, because that's how this went.
"There's at least two. Maybe three if the girl with purple hair isn't in yours."
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Re: An Aged Door
Date: 2013-04-11 02:42 pm (UTC)But Natalie knew he'd still go in a moment, because that's how this went.
"There's at least two. Maybe three if the girl with purple hair isn't in yours."