Repose

[Connie G]
dude. come get burgers and blow a fuckton of quarters at the arcade with me.

[Public]
best lazy sunday jams. go.

[Locked to Gwen R]

Girl?

Hey. How are you? Sorry for not getting in touch sooner. There was an injured bird, and I'm fully aware how that sounds.

Who: Misha and Jason
What: Keeping busy
Where: The Manor to start
When: During this
Warnings/Rating: Nope

Misha, he wasn't real still. He was sitting at Damian's window at the Manor, one knee up and his pale gaze steady on the lake down below. He couldn't see a thing, course, on account of Damian and Eddie being a ways off, but he was reminded of 'nother vigil on 'nother night, and he didn't like the feeling of it in his belly.

He was still feeling real off 'bout that memory he'd experienced of Damian's sister, and truth was it was messing with his head a whole lot. He wasn't real worrisome troubled, not like he was earlier, on account of Damian being real soothing some, but now it was quiet, and the inquetidue in Misha's marrow was real loud. The thoughts in his mind came rushing in waves that crashed in whitecaps of stress 'gainst brow. It was too damn quiet.

In denim and real snug rose-plaid, 'long with a pink hip-scarf tied low over waistline, the boy ran his fingers through fine hair. He wasn't still. He hopped from the window to standing, and he considered his feet as he padded down the hall to the Manor's kitchen. The fridge was right there, and Misha leaned back 'gainst the kitchen island and looked at it some, wondering what there was to drink inside the door. It was real dumb thinking, and he knew Damian wouldn't approve any, but there was that sadness welling really loud, and Misha wanted to quell it something awful.