"Me too," Willow agreed. "Very rarely are they happy. Unless it's somebody who you don't like and then you're probably not inclined to give hugs and farewells in the first place."
"Aww," Willow said. "I wish we could, but Peter's got a whole country that he's supposed to be high kinging. Also there's a talking lion that I'm hoping not to make grumpy."
"Oh sure. Talking lion," Jamie moped. "Fine, I've got a stick of juicy fruit. I was saving that for a rainy day but if there's a talking lion then I'm totally throwing that in."
Tyler would not exactly have gone out of his way to say goodbye to Willow, but he noticed the redhead packing after talking to Peter, and it seemed odd not to say anything to someone whose wedding he was already invited to.
He stood there awkwardly for a minute, hoping he wasn't becoming the creepy old guy who hung around teenagers. "Willow? It's Tyler."
"You don't get to aim that at me if you've had a cigarette in the past 24 hours," Willow replied. Hey, she was leaving, she had to get these things in while she could.
"None at all this week!" Anders exclaimed hurriedly. They were in the cabins; there were fire issues. Which, granted, was not the most honorable intention, but he wasn't mentioning that.
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"Hey," he says, with a little wave.
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He stood there awkwardly for a minute, hoping he wasn't becoming the creepy old guy who hung around teenagers. "Willow? It's Tyler."
Yeah, he wasn't sure where to go after that.
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Finally she said, "The beard is an interesting choice."
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Okay maybe a little.
"So do they have ice cream in Closetland?" he asked, leaning in the 'doorway.'
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Where he promptly stood just outside the curtain, working the hardcore puppydog pout.
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