HARPER
"Of course!" Harper agrees with pleasant ease. Helping train others had been a longtime calling for him, and turning anyone down is inconceivable. Instead he listens faithfully as she recounts her own life for him, squinting past the glad of the sun to give her his full attention.
They whittle the time away as such, pleasant company and pasta, memories and meaningful questions. Harper hadn't expected company so soon into his first trip to Torchline, but he's glad she'd been the one to find him and occupy his afternoon. So he rolls over onto his stomach, and begins thinking of new questions to keep themselves entertained, unaware that this will be the last chance he has to ask her anything at all.
They whittle the time away as such, pleasant company and pasta, memories and meaningful questions. Harper hadn't expected company so soon into his first trip to Torchline, but he's glad she'd been the one to find him and occupy his afternoon. So he rolls over onto his stomach, and begins thinking of new questions to keep themselves entertained, unaware that this will be the last chance he has to ask her anything at all.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
