ITP: JUDGING

[psychokickesist]

[If you walk by a cornfield--any cornfield--today, you may feel the weight of many judging stares on your soul. Except that there's no one around you but the waving of the corn in the breeze.]

((Felli and Laura are KIND OF HERE, may be derpy because of it getting late and notifs still being out. DERPED OUT))

Comments

[failingheaven]

. . . haa.

[duplicut]

[ :|aaa ]

[failingheaven]

I know you're there, Laura.

[duplicut]

. . . Hi.

[deuilblanc]

[so used to judging stares that she barely registers them, except for sparing some contempt]

[duplicut]

[ well, my judging as at least turned into studying. ]

[deuilblanc]

[seems to be mapping out something to do with the cornfields in her mind's eye...]

[duplicut]

Hi.

[goddamnbatsperm]

Cute.

[00_07]

What is?

[goddamnbatsperm]

I know someone's watching us.

[00_07]

... why would they do that?

[psychokickesist]

...

[psychokickesist]

[sssssssssafety distance]

...

[carebearspare]

...Hah?

[psychokickesist]

[...suddenly a girl]

...hello.

[carebearspare]

Oh! Hello. I didn't see you!

[psychokickesist]

Yes. The corn is tall.