Can't be happy all the time. [For Victor; with threadcrashing by Manuel]
Despite the weird circumstances going on around the camp, Allison was happy. She was back on a team and things seemed to be going well. She was back with Manuel, and things had never been better. The link was back open, and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. She never had the phantom limb pain type feeling when it was gone, which was strange. They'd parted on good terms, and she missed him like crazy when she was away from him, but to not have missed that was a little strange to her.
It didn't matter though. They were back on track, and she was happy.
All days have their times when the clouds cross the sun, and now was one of those times. Allison had been heading back to her room to change and go bug Manuel when she spotted an unfriendly in the hallway. Turning around wasn't an option; there was no where to go but back into the Mess, and it looked like that might be where Victor was headed.
Sighing, she set her face to 'glare' and picked up her speed, purposefully avoiding his gaze and repressing any urge to form up her hands and burn holes into his chest.
Keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving.
It didn't matter though. They were back on track, and she was happy.
All days have their times when the clouds cross the sun, and now was one of those times. Allison had been heading back to her room to change and go bug Manuel when she spotted an unfriendly in the hallway. Turning around wasn't an option; there was no where to go but back into the Mess, and it looked like that might be where Victor was headed.
Sighing, she set her face to 'glare' and picked up her speed, purposefully avoiding his gaze and repressing any urge to form up her hands and burn holes into his chest.
Keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving.