I'm outta shape
Fri Oct 8, 2010 11:32pm

Sloane was pretty, Torn decided. He was absently tearing his bread apart, placing the bits in rows on his plate. He kept stealing glances at her out of the corner of his eye; the fact that she was in Rakin made him happier than he let on—his face remained subdued and passive.

Not long after Sloane gave her very short response, another girl sat down diagonally from him, next to Slate. Torn let his gaze roam over her face. Her mood seemed to shift swiftly from disgust and indigence to polite distance as she sat down. Slate took over straight away, introducing everyone.

“I might,” replied Torn, feeling like he was going to be the one forced to keep up the conversation with Slate. The two girls seemed a little less than satisfied with their companions.

Torn stole another glance at Slaone.

  • They're right below your thigh musclesSloane and Slate, Fri Oct 8 10:49pm
    Slate stared wide-eyed at Sloane to hear the answer to Torn's question. He wanted to know, too. He only sort of knew who she was, from seeing her around. She was in his year but she was one of those... more
    • I'm outta shape — Torn, Fri Oct 8 11:32pm
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