IN THE WINDOW - open; confession

[AUGUST]

[align=center][div style="width:490px; font-family:arial; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify"]Love. August knew what love was, and he knew what it felt like, but perhaps not in the first way that one would think. He had felt love for his mother, as most young children typically did to just as loving parents. She had made him feel safe and protected and warm and everything in between... was that what love felt like? Obviously August would not know what romance felt like, seeing as he was far too young to understand such a concept.

So, when Marina had professed her love for "Pincher Roux", sounding about as nervous as ever, the wolf pup managed a blink. What was he to think of this? "Oh, um..." He trailed off, momentarily at a loss for words. He glanced up at Ymir, who had offered her own form of congratulations, and he had followed suit, "Good for you?" That was a good thing, right? So why had Marina sounded so scared to say so?