Crow Hokkaido
It was around midnight when I started Sketching. It was something I only did in secret, it helped me calm down.
Now was a good a time as any, I guess.
I shifted on the branch I was perched on, impatiently brushing my black hair out of my eyes. My pencil swept across the paper, and I lifted it momentarily to survey my handiwork. It was a large raven, poised on a branch as if about to take flight.
I snapped the book closed when I heard someone coming.
I climbed down from my branch, watching as a girl came flying around the corner. She turned a few handsprings, her red hair streaming out behind her as the flipped through the air.
After a short while, she stopped to rest, and froze when she saw me. I considered climbing back onto my branch, but decided against it. It would't solve anything.
The girl stood and jogged over to me. I watched her impassively.
She was a lot smaller than me, with bright red hair and grey-blue eyes that were glinting with the slightest bit of surprise.
Doubtless, she thought she was alone out here.
"Were you following me?" The girl asked.
Why the heck would I do that?
"No." I said.
The girl waited, probably waiting for me to say more, but I was silent.
Speak only when spoken to.
It was a principle impressed upon me at a young age, and despite myself, I always find myself falling back on it.
"Well, then, why are you out here?" The girl inquired.
That is really none of your business.
I shrug. "Not tired. You?"
"The same, I guess. That and my bed is above Evangeline Lakewood's, which isn't really the best place to sleep."
I took a wary step back. If she was in the same bunker as Evangeline, then she must be a Shark. I could only guess what she had hidden in those arm guards.
She seemed to see how tense I was, and changed the subject.
"What's that?" She asked, nodding at my sketchbook.
Well, this subject isn't any better.
I shifted the book self consciously in my arms, dropping my gaze.
"It's a book." I mumbled.
"Oh. Well, yeah. It is." she bit her lip and shifted a little before remembering to stand up straight. I could see the gears turning in her head, analyzing every moment she'd shown weakness in the last two minutes.
I stayed silent, and the quiet soon became a little too awkward. I shifted form foot to foot, wondering if I should say something.
Instead I turned, and made my way hesitantly back to my bunker.
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