Jan 08, 2010 22:09
Fiona and Griff had made their way back up the stairs in a reasonably happy mood. Both of them were a little darker for their time in the sun and on the sand, and Fiona had a bag full of all the things she'd gotten for friends and family alike. The largest item was probably the instrument she'd gotten for Eliot: she didn't know what it was or how it was played, but it looked interesting and she knew that Eliot would know. Maybe he'd even serenade his new 'crush' with it.
"I almost can't tell the difference now," she said to Griff with a little smirk, wanting to kiss him again. This had been such a wonderful idea for all that it had come up unexpectedly. Classes and lessons could come and go, but she'd never forget her half-a-week with Griff in Thailand.
"And by that," she continued as they walked towards their rooms, unaware of anything that might be sitting outside of the door, "I mean that the color you got suits you."
[for the companion, godded with permission]
vacation,
griff,
hallway,
fiona