#freaktaboo

                                     || Valentines day was coming up and he wasn't sure what he was going to get Serena. Maybe he could wrote her a poem about how she tasted better than any flesh. Was that too creepy? Yeah probably. Knowing the other kelpie she would probably just rip it up without even reading it. "Maybe a cellphone so we can call each other.." Mumble, mumble.

         {⋆}— Well he had to make money in someway— and what better way was their then selling umbrella's on a rainy day in London. Plus, they were handmaid and had all different kinds of patterns. Funny, you would never really think of time ever selling umbrellas on the side of the street would you? Well you wouldn't really think of  time at all, except for whether you were late to a meeting of some sort. He sat behind his little stand, watching as people scurried by, hurrying for some sort of appointment.