Me had been walking around for a bit of air, annoyed, again. Then she always was these days. But when there were four of your best friend here and the only one that you can stand even the sight of, the only one who likes you...keeps ruddy well forgetting you exist! Seriously, did he just have to prove that his memory was that much worse than hers?
Chip on her shoulder, and fed up from having been unable to create her long bow for the monster storm, and now that she had her bow back? She was looking for trouble. Thing was, when one went looking for trouble in this world, one usually found it.
Me was in a bit of a new style from the ones the Master might remember. Her long hair was down and loose. She was in a short black skirt, a black blouse with silver buttons, black flats with silver trim. She stopped, seeing the man coming at her like trouble waiting to happen.
And it took her a moment to place the face. She hadn't started sketching back then. But this explained her latest gift from the city at least. She hooked the bow on her back. "I suppose the question then is how much do you remember about Me, Mister Saxon."
Wherein Nautilus has a sense of humour.
Chip on her shoulder, and fed up from having been unable to create her long bow for the monster storm, and now that she had her bow back? She was looking for trouble. Thing was, when one went looking for trouble in this world, one usually found it.
Me was in a bit of a new style from the ones the Master might remember. Her long hair was down and loose. She was in a short black skirt, a black blouse with silver buttons, black flats with silver trim. She stopped, seeing the man coming at her like trouble waiting to happen.
And it took her a moment to place the face. She hadn't started sketching back then. But this explained her latest gift from the city at least. She hooked the bow on her back. "I suppose the question then is how much do you remember about Me, Mister Saxon."