 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Like before, she didn't get a response, just a smirk and a nod. That was good enough to translate what she needed to know, yeah? Besides, he and she both knew that he was joking 'cause he hadn't been stalking her. No the reality was a lot less exciting and he didn't really care and such. Whatever. She was getting a lot of smirks though.
Anyway, he found his eyes go back to the swamp. It was boring and just sat there and sort of impressive. Eh, he didn't really know how he felt about it. S'not that he really cared that much.
Oh look, she was talking again. Good. Something for him to do.
Um, that was a kind of personal question. Well, not on the surface, but that question explained why he had gotten lost, which was uncomfortable. S'not like he wanted to sit around and talk about his anxiety with heights. It wasn't cool or anything and he was the EPITOME of cool. And attractive, but more on that later.
The fifth year just didn't wanna talk about how he had to avoid the moving staircases or how he was terrified to turn the wrong corner because of the chance he might run into a steep drop. None of that was appealing to divulge, especially 'cause of the fact that he already showed it enough when he was on the Pitch. Ugh, he hated flying.
So with a shrug, he opted for, "Just wandering is all." Not strictly true. But he would go with that.
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