[ He regards her quietly. She has too much aspect, this girl. She's too easy to amuse or bore, to please or crush. Still so young. A sensation, almost wistful passes over him. He shakes it off. From semi-sanguine to sober in 0.2 seconds. ]
We're still stuck here. [ Charades won't help pass the time forever. ] This curse won't let up until midnight. No matter what 'embarrassments' we do. [ He can feel the temperature dropping. Another chilly night. At least he has alcohol to combat that. ]
action; shed
We're still stuck here. [ Charades won't help pass the time forever. ] This curse won't let up until midnight. No matter what 'embarrassments' we do. [ He can feel the temperature dropping. Another chilly night. At least he has alcohol to combat that. ]
[ What about her? Do City Dead even feel cold? ]