A Poop * k8 *
SCORE! Thorn was going to SHARE the room, and Eden would finally get to hear him play his cello! She was so EXCITED. "DAMIEN THINK OF SNACKS. FOOD." She was starving, like always. She smiled over at Thornton... "Hey..." she said softly, and tried to soften her gaze. "I'm here to talk...if you EVER need to...ever...it can be about anything...or...if you don't wanna' talk at all but don't wanna' be alone...I can do that, too..." she wanted to let him know. Her hand had found his shoulder, and was squeezing it lightly before she looked back over at Damien.
Silly, silly Damien. "I wanna' try your bubble pipe, mate!" she would wait until they actually got IN the room, though. "And..Thorn--how the heck do you carry that thing around everywhere?" He must be super strong. SUPER. "Thorn--you go first--" she smiled and gave him a little nudge.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |