Duck Lake kind of wishing that i never did saturday

as she clears her throat, his fight-or-flight(-or-haunt) nature takes it as a warning, reflexively he coils like a spring, though most likely pointing his nose in a slightly off-kilter direction.

klaus is confused to see the abstraction of two eyes peering at him at the fog relents. no, it was a pair.

a two colored pair?

he knew her! his eye flashes briefly before settling into a mediocre glint of recognition.

if he could, he would've awkwardly rubbed his throat, the thought she would've seen his existential sheddings unnerved him.

what's worse, the interaction he felt coming would feel a lot like having to explain not making good on his promises to make due on spring break plans he'd made in a chowder-headed weekday mindset.

he hadn't felt the need to say goodbye. he even then, he tongues over name gingerly.

"...bracelet?"