Theft 23 ▬• Miria •▬ [In person]

[prettyincrime]

[Miria had been hiding; having found that her 'father' only seemed to haunt her bedroom, she'd grabbed a blanket, her blackberry and her flashlight, and had been looking for a place to stay. She didn't want to ask anyone else - evidently they all had they're own problems this week. However, she'd eventually found somewhere to sleep - underneath the

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[its_notbragging]

[James has been looking for her, actually. He lays his hand on her shoulder]

[prettyincrime]

[Since she wasn't expecting him, when he suddenly touches her shoulder, she yells in fright, jumping back]

Go away-! Oh! James! You scared me..I thought you were..um, someone else

[its_notbragging]

Sorry, sorry. I've been worried about you.

[He sits down next to her.]

You don't look well.

[She looks exhausted]

[prettyincrime]

[ he wraps her duvet around her shoulders, and tries to smile]

I'm not really having a good week