Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Whenever Jackson would slow; Isaiah was sure to give a harsh yank forward. His eyes never falling on the boy but rather watching the faces of the people they passed. It was strange. He was almost excited to her his new toy home and see that interesting discoveries could be made. It was a nice upbeat of a change, but Isaiah knew it wouldn't last long. Either way. He was going to enjoy it for the time being.