Post by James White on Jan 1, 2013 4:23:51 GMT -5
He gave a deep sigh, shoving his left hand into his pocket as the right held an urn. This...was going to be tricky. James was a miracle worker for sure, but only for certain people.
Flippy, poor thing, he was so down, depressed, it broke his own heart to watch him destroy himself like that. He wiped away his freshly sprung tears on his jacket, an old navy green thing with a lot of vintage.
James glanced at the urn, in it were Flaky's ashes, he felt guilty for stealing them, but i was for a good reason and James had his heart in the right place.
He rubbed his temple, the guilt knocking at his heart. Twice already he almost ran back to Flippy's house to return them, but he was determined now. Setting them down, he opened the top, hesitating greatly as he poured them onto a small stone table. He swept his hand over them, picturing the girl with the temper. He could see it clearly.
James touched the ashes, spreading them on the small table and using his powers to do the impossible.
He stepped back, his face draining of heat and becoming pale. He opened his eyes, a dizzy blur meeting him. He blinked it away quickly to see his creation.
"Flaky?" He called out, not really focusing enough to tell.
Flippy, poor thing, he was so down, depressed, it broke his own heart to watch him destroy himself like that. He wiped away his freshly sprung tears on his jacket, an old navy green thing with a lot of vintage.
James glanced at the urn, in it were Flaky's ashes, he felt guilty for stealing them, but i was for a good reason and James had his heart in the right place.
He rubbed his temple, the guilt knocking at his heart. Twice already he almost ran back to Flippy's house to return them, but he was determined now. Setting them down, he opened the top, hesitating greatly as he poured them onto a small stone table. He swept his hand over them, picturing the girl with the temper. He could see it clearly.
James touched the ashes, spreading them on the small table and using his powers to do the impossible.
He stepped back, his face draining of heat and becoming pale. He opened his eyes, a dizzy blur meeting him. He blinked it away quickly to see his creation.
"Flaky?" He called out, not really focusing enough to tell.
