Characters: Bro Strider and Mom Lalonde
Location: Starting by the coral.
Time: Night.
Style: Log (Mom may do action, I dunno.)
Status: Closed.
Meeting Lalonde like this was not Bro's idea of a good time, but she had a point; that woman always had a point.
She had a lot of them.
Like a cat in need of declawing.
But here he was, at the coral, dead stroke of fucking midnight like some sort of actor in a black fucking farce. Sure, she wouldn't be able to see him... but it was Lalonde.
She'd know he was here.