Re: April & Phobia, 6:45ish
Phobia definitely had no idea what to make of April now except that he very much learnt his lesson: just because it was beautiful and had boobs, did not make it crazy. Everything on this island was not to be trusted. Everything on this damned island was not as it appeared.
"Nothing is nice," Phobia replied. He drained his coke and set the empty glass down. He crossed his arms and looked at her, "Really little? You are a little kid? That's weird. Are you sure you should be at this party alone? Though I suppose there was no choice. Happy holidays."