Room 515, Tuesday Night
Naminé was drawing.
Well, to be perfectly honest, Naminé was fidgeting, and trying to decide if she should go and knock on Valentine's door and get the whole ordeal overwith, but she kept finding reasons not to. Reasons even she knew were barely substantial enough to count as excuses.
In the meantime, she was drawing.
(locked to valentine.)
Well, to be perfectly honest, Naminé was fidgeting, and trying to decide if she should go and knock on Valentine's door and get the whole ordeal overwith, but she kept finding reasons not to. Reasons even she knew were barely substantial enough to count as excuses.
In the meantime, she was drawing.
(locked to valentine.)