8th Song
::sitting on a cot in Terminal C, Pepinot paged through his storybook, his feet dangling over the side of the cot. It was lonely, with his roommate, Yuri, off on the Conductor's mission, so he'd taken to wandering where there were more people to be around.
It wasn't that he was scared; it was only that he was used to sleeping next to twenty other people, and by himself, the train car was a little too quiet for his tastes.
Turning the page through the book given to him by Maria, Pepinot giggled softly at one particularly funny ending to a rhyme. Glancing around so as to reassure he wasn't disturbing anyone, his eyes trailed back to the book, quietly mouthing the words and carefully sounding them out::
It wasn't that he was scared; it was only that he was used to sleeping next to twenty other people, and by himself, the train car was a little too quiet for his tastes.
Turning the page through the book given to him by Maria, Pepinot giggled softly at one particularly funny ending to a rhyme. Glancing around so as to reassure he wasn't disturbing anyone, his eyes trailed back to the book, quietly mouthing the words and carefully sounding them out::