#circleincstart

anxious fingers tapped quickly on the edge of the table. she could hardly process whatever it was her mother was spewing at her over the phone, not that she was trying very hard to concentrate on it at all. her inner monologue was almost a constant chorus of ‘please, release me, mother.’ that woman could talk a wall to death.

“There was this hometown-y diner that I used to go to with-” Nye paused, trying to figure out how to label whatever he and Kat’s relationship had been. It wasn’t something easily defined or fit into a box, so to speak- “a friend of mine... that had the most amazing berries and cream stuffed french toast. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” With that, he dramatically slumped over the table, the collision between it and his body making a soft thumping sound.

      event no. one starter.    loc: the dorms.