07-28-2020, 12:38 AM
And if I believe you, Will that make it stop?
Paola is bored; surprising given the sheer amount of teens that have flocked the pirate paradise recently. You'd think chaos would be the first thing to come to mind, but no. Hyperactive teenagers are only one side of the coin—the other, unfortunately, are teenagers who are either too lazy, too shy, too angry, or too angsty to bother talking to other teenagers their age. It's an unquestionable fact, and Paola, for all her energy and false bravado, isn't very confident with the whole introduction thing unless she's quite literally running into people and letting the laughter do the talking. Laughing is easy. Laughing is good. Walking up to people and telling them her name, however? Bane on earth.
So no, Paola hasn't exactly made any friends—she just happened to run one over.
She thinks she's okay with cruising through life, latching onto people who latch back and leaving it at that, but it takes only two hours before she's marching around the territory and groaning boredly at anything that moves. Even the raccoon she'd chased before shakes its head at her, indicating that it's busy and can't be disturbed, and Paola groans and marches away from it too because she really should stop bothering people who have better things to do than entertaining a young, bored teen.
"I swear to god, if I walk another lap around the territory without anything to do, I'm gonna shove my paw in—oh, hey!" The sight of Trygve pulls Paola out of her mental tirade of complaints, her eyes quickly honing in on the empty bottle. Almost immediately, she sits her ass down across from the draconic feline, rummaging through her satchel and pulling out a small pack of popcorn—god knows where she gets them. "Count me in, I am desperate for something to do that isn't walking."
So no, Paola hasn't exactly made any friends—she just happened to run one over.
She thinks she's okay with cruising through life, latching onto people who latch back and leaving it at that, but it takes only two hours before she's marching around the territory and groaning boredly at anything that moves. Even the raccoon she'd chased before shakes its head at her, indicating that it's busy and can't be disturbed, and Paola groans and marches away from it too because she really should stop bothering people who have better things to do than entertaining a young, bored teen.
"I swear to god, if I walk another lap around the territory without anything to do, I'm gonna shove my paw in—oh, hey!" The sight of Trygve pulls Paola out of her mental tirade of complaints, her eyes quickly honing in on the empty bottle. Almost immediately, she sits her ass down across from the draconic feline, rummaging through her satchel and pulling out a small pack of popcorn—god knows where she gets them. "Count me in, I am desperate for something to do that isn't walking."
If I told you I need you, Is that what you want?
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