Silence claimed youth as she rested upon brick surface, legs swaying back and forth as mouth delighted in a sweet ice cream treat awaiting her bus.
A hum of delight vibrated vocals, emeralds focused on nothing, but the chocolate sweet in her grasp.
Orange sandals clacked against warm pavement, both surrounded by lush bushes of the transition from spring to summer - rain and sun. Careful hands held mountainous cone firmly, visage fixated on multicoloured sprinkles.
Paused to see a friend nearby, her walking increased to greet the other.
“What are you talking about? It’s obviously a wolf!” he says confidently.
Free holds up his rather dumpy and indiscernible paper doll for Patti to get a good, proper look at.
To him, it’s worth setting on a display, but, to anyone else, it’s not even good enough to be a door-stopper.
She squeezes her own creation to her chest, guiltily reassured of her own abilities. Of course, this is a feeling that happens involuntarily, and she doesn’t truly doubt that his artistic side is as awful as it actually seems to be.
“Hehe, sorry, I couldn’t tell,” she smiles. "Maybe you could change the ears a little! And the tail! They both look kinda droopy. Do you just wanna start over, actually?“
“Patti! And since I remember yours, I don’t need to ask at all, eheh!”
Really, she can’t believe he would’ve forgotten her name, out of everyone he’d met; he needed to take some ginkgo biloba pills, perhaps she’d take him to buy a bottle. Thank God she’d seen them lined up on the shelves at pharmacies, or else there certainly would’ve been no hope at all for Free. None at all.
“Didja ever think about drawing one on? My sister does that with hers sometimes, even though she doesn’t really need to. But I kinda think you have to.”
Her right hand deftly moved to her back pockets. She knew a there was a Sharpie in either one, she just had to find it before he noticed…
“Sorry, at the time, it didn’t seem relevant to remember your name…”
Free realizes almost instantly that was rude to say, although it was true. When they first met, it wasn’t exactly a meet-n-greet. It was more of a meet-n-beat-the-shit-out-of.
Even so, rude as it was, he continues.
“No, not really. Isn’t that a thing only girls do anyway? I don’t need that crap.”
Free notices Patti reaching into her back pockets. If not for his enhanced werewolf senses, he wouldn’t have even noticed.
“What are you…” he faintly smells the mind-numbing, chemical smell of a marker, “… hey, wait—”
Somehow, this is the beginning of a very strong friendship.
“Of course that’s what she asks about… Not why I stole someone’s eye…” Free thinks to himself.
“I don’t either, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. I just deal with it.”
Free admits to himself that she’s an interesting character, maybe a bit one-tracked, but interesting nonetheless.
He decides he’ll delve into this, even though he has a feeling it will end badly.
“What’s your name again?” he asks.
“Patti! And since I remember yours, I don’t need to ask at all, eheh!”
Really, she can’t believe he would’ve forgotten her name, out of everyone he’d met; he needed to take some ginkgo biloba pills, perhaps she’d take him to buy a bottle. Thank God she’d seen them lined up on the shelves at pharmacies, or else there certainly would’ve been no hope at all for Free. None at all.
“Didja ever think about drawing one on? My sister does that with hers sometimes, even though she doesn’t really need to. But I kinda think you have to.”
Her right hand deftly moved to her back pockets. She knew a there was a Sharpie in either one, she just had to find it before he noticed…
