Re: Log: Shane A/Amelia T
I've been fucking eating like a model, that's for goddamn sure. [Shane follows Amelia's gaze to Joshua, and back, his smile softening (a strange sight, indeed) as her hand skips across her lips.
Outside, the quiet sound of rain falling fills the hot prison with a sort of lullaby, a sudden coolness. Shane squints out the high-placed window.] Shower time, I guess, huh?