 Snow Miser | Munchy | Molly Hooper | T | Hey, you | Phantom | Mrs. Chris Evans | Brat Pack | Tristalen
Kalen once again headed into the stands to watch the competition, his thermos of tea in his hands as per usual. He still couldn't believe that they didn't sell hot tea here. Tea was the source of life and comfort for him..
Ahh well..
He slid into his usual seat a few rows behind the Headmistress, though he had given the woman a smile and a nod, he wasn't sure if she saw it though, seeing as she was busy writing..
He put his thermos next to him and put his cheeseburger and fries on his lap.. His eyes scanning the screens as he watched the competition.. and if his green eyes fell on one screen more than the other..
Who could tell really? |