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goodfellow) wrote2024-07-07 01:08 pm
goodfellow) wrote2024-07-07 01:08 pm
Willy
Robin was still rather out of sorts. He kept thinking of Nyx's advice, that he should just spill to Aaron everything he was feeling, but he just couldn't seem to bring himself to do it. Embarrassed, maybe. Or scared. But regardless, he said nothing.
In any case, he'd been spending more time away from the camp. Less likely to run into Aaron, or worse, what's-his-name.
So today he was bathing in the lack. Floating right now, actually. But at some point... he thought he felt something. What did he feel? It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a little. Like he was being watched.
He slid his feet onto the muddy surface under the water, waist-deep, and looked around.
In any case, he'd been spending more time away from the camp. Less likely to run into Aaron, or worse, what's-his-name.
So today he was bathing in the lack. Floating right now, actually. But at some point... he thought he felt something. What did he feel? It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a little. Like he was being watched.
He slid his feet onto the muddy surface under the water, waist-deep, and looked around.