01-30-2008, 01:03 AM
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Sounds good! Sorry this took so long. I'm totally not inspired for Arkham. :/
Sometimes, it was hard to decide what exactly to do when there were so many options. Everything he looked at prompted questions, but he was limited to pursuing one direction at a time and only so much time before he would want to go home. So maybe it was good that he spotted someone else standing on the horizon then; it was always easier to gravitate towards where people were. They were always fleeting thoughts, but sometimes it felt like his tongue would wither away at home where no one really bothered to talk to him and he never felt like initiating anything himself. The girl he saw now also smelt of home, but this didn't prompt any immediate relaxing on his part -- there were weirdos from home too.
Sometimes, it was hard to decide what exactly to do when there were so many options. Everything he looked at prompted questions, but he was limited to pursuing one direction at a time and only so much time before he would want to go home. So maybe it was good that he spotted someone else standing on the horizon then; it was always easier to gravitate towards where people were. They were always fleeting thoughts, but sometimes it felt like his tongue would wither away at home where no one really bothered to talk to him and he never felt like initiating anything himself. The girl he saw now also smelt of home, but this didn't prompt any immediate relaxing on his part -- there were weirdos from home too.
Hi,he greet simply, padding up to her,
'Chu doin'?Red eyes peered at her bag curiously but couldn't really see anything. The more he studied her, the more he thought she kind of looked familiar and that maybe he had seen her around the house a little, but for one reason or another, they had never spoken. Well, there he was now.
Who're you? I've seen you before.