nomessystuff (nomessystuff) wrote in new_directions, @ 2009-11-06 02:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma, will |
Emma stops by Will's room at the end of the day and quietly enters, looking at her hands.
She wasn't sure if it was wrong or right. But...she was in need. And at this moment, Will was the only one who could help.
She knocks on the doorframe. "Will? Remember that big poofy dress I danced in with you the other day?"
Danced with you the other day...oh, how that sounds wrong...
She coughs. "Yes, well...I don't think it'll work. I mean...as you know, it's really hard to dance in...c-can you help?"