09-24-2014, 06:19 PM
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| Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter But then again, she realized if he was truly really uncomfortable- he probably wouldn't have sat down here in the first place. There was no way she'd missed him earlier when she first started reading... which clearly meant he wanted to be here. Kinda.
She wanted to move closer, so she didn't have to feel like she was shouting, even though she wasn't. But she was torn. She didn't want to leave, she didn't want him to leave, so maybe this was the compromise. Staying sat here unless he calmed a bit or gave her some sort of hint that he wouldn't die if she got too close.
While his face was in the book, she gave him a comprehensive nod, which he probably wouldn't see, she noted. "You like languages? Or just mermish? I don't know any mermish.. but I know some other languages." She flashed him a sort of, what she thought was, a comforting smile and played with her shoe laces.
Why mermish?
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