by Delite » Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:06 am
Rose smiled sadly, nodding. She understood. Loneliness. She slipped on her gloves and stood up, wobbly on her legs. "Come on, whitch boy." she joked, holding her hand out to him.
Max sat by the side, sighing. He twirled his stake in his fingers and the gleam from his band caught his eye. Maxswell Tansel, what a name, such a ditz, aim for the game! ps: love from lizz, your best friend-don't deny it dirtbag-! I smiled at the writing on a small charm hanging from the material.