 Wonky Knee
He was UPSET! D:
Or at least it seemed like he was not entirely pleased to see her. AGAIN. Madiison couldn't really tell which one it was because he had closed his eyes. Her own eyes were, however, fixed on the clenching of his fist at his side. Would he PUNCH her? He was going to PUNCH her wasn't he? She hadn't even done anything other than say hello!
He DIDN'T like her after all!
The red tore her eyes way from that fist and looked UP -he was SOOOOO tall- when she heard his greeting and let out a sigh of relief. He didn't plan to punch her after all.
And he remembered!
"Yup." Di confirmed his question. He hadn't forgotten her! The terror Madiison had felt disappeared, now replaced by concern for his fist. "Is that a habit of yours?" The redhead asked, pointing at his fist. His poor hand. It was being tortured. She would have flashed her lovely smile at him and inquired about this but before she could so much as utter another word, a BOY turned up and interrupted them.
... sort of.
HMPH. |