Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

god so awks lol

she answered like she didn't give a shit. well, fine, then. he didn't care, though he wondered if he'd been mistaken about Fuckee's role in Aria's life. whatever. it didn't matter. nothing she did mattered. he settled his eyes on the porcelain girl, his gaze carefully veiled, neither cold nor warm, and did not immediately answer when she spoke.

"I've been fine," the Mayfair boy answered finally, glancing over the lip at the land stretching below. Brown and skeleton-branches, as far as the eye could see. He was tired of it. "you?" Casmir intoned after a few beats, turning his gaze back to Aria.