Then don't start throwing stuff around. Any more than you usually do, at least. [She's already pulling on her coat and gloves, one hand shoved deep into her pocket and the other still cradling her journal.]
See you there Remy.
[She closes her journal and tucks it into her coat, braving the snow and cold winds as she makes her way down the path to the plaza, over a slippery bridge and to the path that would converge with the one Remy most likely used from CH 1.]
[Voice/Action] Feb. 4th
See you there Remy.
[She closes her journal and tucks it into her coat, braving the snow and cold winds as she makes her way down the path to the plaza, over a slippery bridge and to the path that would converge with the one Remy most likely used from CH 1.]