#dirk01

Queenie sniffles, crouched down to the floor in the city, holding out her hand towards something. Taking a closer step to her, you'll find that she's holding out her hand towards a timid street cat, who's now running away from her as soon as she's brings herself down to it's level.

She pulls her hand back to rest on her knees, not wanting to get up just yet. She only stares at the timid and scared cat, unaware of the attention that she may be gathering just by acting the way she is.

You feel as uncertain of this situation as you’ve felt about the rest of them. Sure, you’ve already been graciously reunited with your older brother-father, so whats the harm in introducing you to your quasibrother, right? Right. The idea of meeting your teen parents had been so recently engraved in your mind that, honestly? You’re not really sure how to react when you see him.

DAVESPRITE: hey

     -- ᴛɪᴘsʏGɴᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴄ [TG] ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴘᴇsᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴀᴇᴜsTᴇsᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ [TT] --

ᴛɢ: sup nerd ᴛɢ: good 2 see im not the only absolute loser stayin in on a saturday nite ᴛɢ: kinda thought ud be out doin somethin cool tho

        If she had to, she could pick any of her friends out of a field of however many people. It was just this draw to them and this closeness that they shared that she could never forget. Especially the one she was now staring at as she hovered above the city. Was that really him? How...long had it been now since she last saw him? Last...spoke to him. Last made a fool out of herself...

        Her feet touched ground as she approached. What was she supposed to say? There were so many things she wanted to say and so many things to talk about but something made her think maybe he’d been here a while. Something was just different. Would he even want to see her? Or talk to her? She bit her lip before speaking up.