"Am I? Or am I just going along with what I'm told? Do I even want anything? Did I ever?"
Lynx Fortune used to have goals and aspirations. She did, didn't she? Surely at one point, she had things she wanted to do, right? She isn't sure. Lynx want...
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3:21pm
You busy?
Kinda
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Wanna go ice skating?
I've never done it b4 but I've got
coupons for 2 free entries
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"Is this the place?" Lynx Fortune patted down her windswept hair, purple hues bouncing around the large exterior of the stadium-esque building curiously.
Off to the side, Rin Hiryu's hunched form was braced against the concrete gasping for breath, fists banging against his rib cage to hurry it up in vain.
"You know," his hoarse voice called out to the inattentive girl, "We could've just walked." He staggered to his feet, fixing his friend with a dirty look.
She waved him off dismissively, trotting her way into the building, "You're fine, let's go!" Her loose hair bounced with her inspecting head movements, holding the door open for the ponytailed boy behind her.
