meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Of course he hadn't thought of the poop. Amalia flashes Sam an unimpressed look, but for all her disapproval she's become invested, now. This space is bigger than an attic, and maybe with some work...
The mention of Jigano draws her attention back; she glances at Sam, blinking. "No, I... I don't know why I came." Sighing, Amalia adjusts her weight so she's no longer leaning against a shelf. Instead she extends her hands to the books, fingers lingering on dusty spines, her eyes wistful and far away. "I used to spend so much time here. I knew where every book was. But now..."
With a sigh Amalia removes her hand, pushing a lock of hair from her face. "What about you?"
The mention of Jigano draws her attention back; she glances at Sam, blinking. "No, I... I don't know why I came." Sighing, Amalia adjusts her weight so she's no longer leaning against a shelf. Instead she extends her hands to the books, fingers lingering on dusty spines, her eyes wistful and far away. "I used to spend so much time here. I knew where every book was. But now..."
With a sigh Amalia removes her hand, pushing a lock of hair from her face. "What about you?"
day and night
