Outside Oklahoma City, Saturday afternoon
Apr. 8th, 2017 03:03 pmEliot wasn't sulking. He was laying low. He didn't feel right leaving Trudy to clean up after their father's mess, but until Emerson Spencer had the grace to actually die and stop cluttering up the damn world, there wasn't a whole lot he knew of that he could do, other than stay out of the way.
So he was laying low.
( Not low enough to avoid being taken to school by his niece )
[NFI, OOC welcome. Preplayed with . . . myself.]
So he was laying low.
( Not low enough to avoid being taken to school by his niece )
[NFI, OOC welcome. Preplayed with . . . myself.]