October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
Tobi sags bonelessly into the hug, sniffling against Sera. "I don't know what there is to say.." She mumbles, suddenly worried about getting mascara on whatever lovely garment the Artificer is wearing. "Have you ever had anyone told you to just...forget them?" A crocodile tear rolls down the doctor's face, and though she isn't particularly hungry, one glance around the Celestine that does not hold a single spyglass, tells her it isn't somewhere she wants to be any longer.
"I would like that. I..can't say I'll be the best company though. And I probably look a mess." She adds with a dull laugh, reaching up to try and wipe away whatever smeared makeup her tears have likely left beneath her eyes.
"I would like that. I..can't say I'll be the best company though. And I probably look a mess." She adds with a dull laugh, reaching up to try and wipe away whatever smeared makeup her tears have likely left beneath her eyes.
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
