by raven;; » Sat Feb 02, 2013 6:22 am
"Very patient," I tell her, waving again, but not hearing myself due to the music blaring in my ears. My emerald optics [Eyes] look at her, and I have a sense of déjà vu. Not knowing her directly, of course, just a few things.
For example the shade of her eyes and the markings. Also her hair. "Hm," I repeat, leaning against the wall, one foot on the ground and the other behind me, leaning on what I assume is plasterboard. Then I slip the headphones down to my neck, "Good food?"