The roof, mid- to late-afternoon on Monday
Yeah, so she'd spent a good chunk of her weekend sitting outside and staring off into space. That certainly didn't mean that she couldn't do that now, up on the roof, as long as she was dressed warmly and still made it to Caritas on time for the gig that night.
She was still seething a little about Pippi, and still trying to wrap her brain around her vision and Bel. There were things to think about.
This wasn't emo. It was thinking.
Hm. She should work on her song, some, too. . . .
[ooc: another long, slow day at work and I have 3 hours left. Open!]
She was still seething a little about Pippi, and still trying to wrap her brain around her vision and Bel. There were things to think about.
This wasn't emo. It was thinking.
Hm. She should work on her song, some, too. . . .
[ooc: another long, slow day at work and I have 3 hours left. Open!]