Regulus buttoned his coat and shoved his gloves into his pockets. He'd found a pamphlet on things to do in Chicago, and while his options were very limited, as he didn't haven't any real mode of transportation, except his own two feet, he still wanted to go out.
He figured no one would really mind if he did it in the middle of the day. He was going
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She's leaning on the railing near the bench and she notices him, immediately.
So that's what their brain feels like after they've been through the Rift. Unlike anything she's ever felt before. It gives her pleasant shivers just at the base of her neck, slinking down her spine.
She breathes in the scent of the sea and turns toward him, sending the boy a coy smile. "Is this seat taken? I walked a long ways to get here, and I'm afraid I didn't exactly pick the best shoes for the journey." Calisto smiles and dear God, it actually looks warm, as she lifts out her ankle, showing him her heals.
There's a soft Hispanic accent in the undertow of her words.
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"Er, no, it's fine..." Regulus said and looked down at her shoes. "And you're right...those aren't very practical shoes..."
Regulus flushed and tried to refocus on his art.
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She smiles up at him from her bent position, perfectly polished fingers still massaging her ankles. "You're not exactly from around here. Are you?"
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