Leopold observed the girl carefully, gauging her reactions. She seemed rather uptight and wary, which he couldn't blame her for. When she stared at the coffee, he thought perhaps she believed he had poisoned it. It then occurred to him that she was just figuring out how to drink without her...
Leopold file away her laugh in his memory. It was rather birdlike in his opinion, and very cute. She must have had a nice singing voice before the avox transformation. Leopold mentally berated himself for calling it a transformation, as if it werent some horrible torture. Shaking his head...
(Don't apologize, that's perfectly okay! I hope you had fun!) (Sorry myself for a delay and shortness. The delay is 'cause I was jamming out to Taylor Swift, who I haven't listened to since fifth grade xD )
Leopold rolled his eyes as the men retreated. Honestly that had been such a hassle, he...
(You're welcome. Sorry that this one is a little shorter than my others.)
Leopold felt the girl flinch under his touch, this time much more prominent, and he felt like he had been kicked in the solar plexus; sick and winded. This was just another reason to hate his birthplace. He didn't belong...