"He's a writer, sort of," Echo answered, following the motion of Cian's head before stepping beneath the awnings. "He writes stuff no one ever reads, though. Textbooks, things like that. He's really smart."
She drew an invisible line on the cracked concrete near the window, looked up into the Irishman's face. "When you, uh...when you change, what does it look like?"
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on 2013-09-15 07:26 am (UTC)She drew an invisible line on the cracked concrete near the window, looked up into the Irishman's face. "When you, uh...when you change, what does it look like?"