- Jan 13, 2017
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Waiting alone sucked ass.
This was one of many thoughts that ran through the redhead's mind as he sat there, dead center of the café, aimlessly swirling his finger around in his drink. Most of his homework was done already (gasp!) and well, with Havoc being vice now (he'd forgotten the elections ran now, too) he wasn't really doing much in terms of hanging out.
So yeah, there he was now, sticking hot fingers into cold (lukewarm?) coffee and stirring it, watching the gentle coolness of the October day filter through the air.
Shit, he shoulda brought a sweater.
His mind began to wander. What about that girl he'd met a few months back, the one from the texts? Maybe she was free to hang out.
He sure as hell had no one else as friend - oh, wait. There was Ame, Emily, that angel girl who ran the apothecary... Havoc (did he count?) the people in the Student Council (although that had ultimately done nothing and he knew no one there...)
Yeaaahhh, maybe not. He whipped out his phone for probably the seven billionth time and swiped over to Messenger.
To: Luna (?)
[1:00:23]: spider blood is transparent
[1:00:54]: in other words hey
@LunariaSong
This was one of many thoughts that ran through the redhead's mind as he sat there, dead center of the café, aimlessly swirling his finger around in his drink. Most of his homework was done already (gasp!) and well, with Havoc being vice now (he'd forgotten the elections ran now, too) he wasn't really doing much in terms of hanging out.
So yeah, there he was now, sticking hot fingers into cold (lukewarm?) coffee and stirring it, watching the gentle coolness of the October day filter through the air.
Shit, he shoulda brought a sweater.
His mind began to wander. What about that girl he'd met a few months back, the one from the texts? Maybe she was free to hang out.
He sure as hell had no one else as friend - oh, wait. There was Ame, Emily, that angel girl who ran the apothecary... Havoc (did he count?) the people in the Student Council (although that had ultimately done nothing and he knew no one there...)
Yeaaahhh, maybe not. He whipped out his phone for probably the seven billionth time and swiped over to Messenger.
To: Luna (?)
[1:00:23]: spider blood is transparent
[1:00:54]: in other words hey
@LunariaSong