❛ So... ❜
The couch was comfortable. Good things happened on this couch. Dinner conversations. Family game night. Um... other stuff. Not kid stuff. This wasn’t the point. Point was, that whatever this girl was talking about sounded like one of Elena’s tv things.
The girl next to him was curled up in the corner, squinting down at her plate and tossing and twirling the pasta with the biggest pout he’s seen since, well, since himself. This is what he gets for picking a kid off the street, though she’d tailed him for quite a while and tried ( and succeeded ) to hold him at knife point. Sprouting stuff about bites and infected and -
❛ Clickers? Is that what you said? What kinda stupid name is that? ❜
@sheivd liked for a nate starter!
