Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

Comments

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[look at those blue eyes and dark curls Crowley. If nothing else, it's an eerie similarity.

Meanwhile, she just gives him a confused look. You're a strange man, Mister Crowley]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Oh man, it is, isn't it. She's on a loss.

BALLS]

So. Uh. Where's your room?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Back home. [duh]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

No, I mean here. Everyone has a room here.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

How come? [that seemed awfully strange, having rooms in a building that you didn't live in]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Because we all need somewhere to sleep at night, I expect.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[that got a giggle. That was a silly answer]

I don't sleep here.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Well, you do now. Congrats.