Whitefish River And as the sky's falling down,

"Then smile for me?" Only finally did she roll off the boy, finding he was no longer a suitable bedframe of sorts. The boy was not the thick compared to herself, he seemed rather weak in mass, and more of a bedside manner. A slight snicker rose from her chest thinking he was more but a boytoy on someones den-side.

"You know, smiling can just be something to feel? Fake it till' you make it." It was a phrase she heard once, but not that she needed it. Orlaith only gave genuine smiles and feelings, she didn't like fakeness or those who spar with words, she'd tell the truth and give her feelings on the matter regardless of whose feelings. In general; she was a friendly asshole.