butterflyfactor: (Default)
[personal profile] butterflyfactor
Layla couldn't say she was worried by the sound of Jamie having a conversation with Richards. Everyone needed a sounding board. This sounded particularly purposeful, though, and not the usual 'I can't believe you chewed up/peed on/hid that' exchange. She walked into the hut, ponytail swinging where it was tied low between her shoulder blades- she was due for a trim, she figured; it was starting to get to conventional super-heroine lengths- and went to lean in the doorway to his room, absently sliding her hands into the pockets of her khaki shorts.

"Don't you make the conspiratorial pair."
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

butterflyfactor: (Default)
Layla Miller

August 2011

S M T W T F S
 123456
7 8910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 9th, 2025 05:04 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios