He sighs, dragging his eyes from the headboard back to Abby as he sits up, a brow lifting. There's an expression on his face Romance has seen before, one he's never personally returned - until now. Whatever this is, this undefined thing, seems to have both of them tangled up in something that can only end badly.
Romance is having trouble caring, even with being surrounded by his ruined things.
Well. He might care a little, actually, because that look on Abby's face is earning a mild glare as he reaches over to pluck a feather from Abby's hair. ]
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He sighs, dragging his eyes from the headboard back to Abby as he sits up, a brow lifting. There's an expression on his face Romance has seen before, one he's never personally returned - until now. Whatever this is, this undefined thing, seems to have both of them tangled up in something that can only end badly.
Romance is having trouble caring, even with being surrounded by his ruined things.
Well. He might care a little, actually, because that look on Abby's face is earning a mild glare as he reaches over to pluck a feather from Abby's hair. ]
Yes. Come with me.