[ his abrupt and brash nature had made her feel comfortable. she'd known as soon as he had spoken and welcomed her to tag along with his exploring and ransacking that he was going to cut through all the bullshit of this town. someone being honest with her was more rare than she'd like to admit.
with her coat off, she folds it over the back of the dusty couch. crossing her arms against her chest, she turns to face him, watching as he stands by the window. she wears a long-sleeved flannel shirt that she's tucked into her pants. it's a little big for her, but it's something. ]
Do you really think his name is Five? It sounds like a nickname.
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[ his abrupt and brash nature had made her feel comfortable. she'd known as soon as he had spoken and welcomed her to tag along with his exploring and ransacking that he was going to cut through all the bullshit of this town. someone being honest with her was more rare than she'd like to admit.
with her coat off, she folds it over the back of the dusty couch. crossing her arms against her chest, she turns to face him, watching as he stands by the window. she wears a long-sleeved flannel shirt that she's tucked into her pants. it's a little big for her, but it's something. ]
Do you really think his name is Five? It sounds like a nickname.