Layla snorted, but her face remained emotionless. Was he trying some sob story with her? She ground her teeth, then curled her lip up. "And why would they do that?" Her voice had that perfect, silky smooth, flawless air to it. But also, if you knew how to listen, you could dected the flat tone, the chilling emotionless part about it. Her eyes were the same way. At first, they seemed like big, beautiful, deep blue pools of nothingness. If you knew how to look, you might realize they were nothingness. They were empty of all emtion, or atleast....it was well hidden.
Simon sniffed. "Fine," he muttered, curling up in a ball and letting his tail hang over the edge. "Nigh," he mumbled sleepily.
Surfer ChicaOut of the water, I am nothing.
Surfing is for life.
It's like the mafia, once you're in,
you're in.
It's all about where your mind's at.
When I surf, I tend to think the
world ain't such a bad place after all.