[GOOD. This is good. Sometimes an injection of total idiocy can do wonders for a case of melancholy.]
[Heather grabs hold of the errant Murkrow and tugs it over to her while it kicks its legs happily. C: WREN HELPED.]
Uh-- yeah, haha, she's mine. Was she bothering you, s--
[... Heeeey! It was, uh. That guy! Who was named Harry.]
Hey!
Wow, you sure made good progress since the last time I saw you!
[He may notice similar signs of wear and exhaustion on her face-- deep shadows under the eyes, hair that doesn't look like it's seen a brush in days... but she's grinning that crooked grin anyway.]
no subject
[Heather grabs hold of the errant Murkrow and tugs it over to her while it kicks its legs happily. C: WREN HELPED.]
Uh-- yeah, haha, she's mine. Was she bothering you, s--
[... Heeeey! It was, uh. That guy! Who was named Harry.]
Hey!
Wow, you sure made good progress since the last time I saw you!
[He may notice similar signs of wear and exhaustion on her face-- deep shadows under the eyes, hair that doesn't look like it's seen a brush in days... but she's grinning that crooked grin anyway.]