Instead she's approaching the boy that looks up when she enters. Scent aside -- photo aside -- he is not very subtle.
"You're Meg's friend, right? Roe-bear?"
She smiles, warm and a little sweet.
"She said she wants to talk to you. If -- well. It needs to be somewhere private. So. Um."
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking halfway to nervous.
Roe-bear folds like a bad hand of cards.
That makes him doubly surprised when, as he enters the bathroom, X grabs his arm, twists it behind his back, and slams him into the wall while nudging the door shut behind them with her heel.
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Instead she's approaching the boy that looks up when she enters. Scent aside -- photo aside -- he is not very subtle.
"You're Meg's friend, right? Roe-bear?"
She smiles, warm and a little sweet.
"She said she wants to talk to you. If -- well. It needs to be somewhere private. So. Um."
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking halfway to nervous.
Roe-bear folds like a bad hand of cards.
That makes him doubly surprised when, as he enters the bathroom, X grabs his arm, twists it behind his back, and slams him into the wall while nudging the door shut behind them with her heel.
Go figure.