She continued to drag the Northern American by the scruff of his beloved brown bomber jacket, all the way up the beautifully simple front porch. His protests became rougher, but lower in volume as she took the to the first step. He did not want to be here, did not want him to know he was there, and what was more did not want to be dragged up here by a girl. Oh, what hell he would get when he saw him like this. “Heather, please!” he hissed at her, trying to pull back.
The female American that led him up the sidewalk refused to let go. She was not strong enough to overpower him, but had known that he would not hurt her. He was chivalrous like that. If fact, it was surprising he hadn’t stopped dead in his tracks yet. The small, pale hand gave another sharp tug. “Shut it, Alfred, she barked. The teenage tongue coming out strong in her quick words. “Yer doing this whether ya like it or not.”
For what felt like the millionth time that day alone, she re-ajusted her white tank top with one hand and ignored the southern Louisiana weather. ‘Heather’ had never been so far south in her country, and it was certainly a new experience. She wanted nothing more than to stroll down the beautiful French-inspired streets and see what the south was really like. Being locked in Western Pennsylvania and college bound in the suburbs of New York had grown on her, but she wanted - craved - travel and knowledge of her nation that high school history classes had robbed her of.
With a final round of hissed protests from the American her hand was painfully latched onto, she knocked on the sturdy wooden door.
I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING ON THIS SITE! I DON’T UNDERSTAND NOTES! MESSAGES! THINGS! ALL OF THE THINGS!
Even though she claims not to drink energy drinks, Hanna tends to steal mine quite frequently. Here she balancing the can on her head after finishing it.
I never said this! I just said that I have to be wary of them. I can’t have them too often, so I normally just be frugal and don’t bother spending money on them.
And here we have the wild Arthur practicing his One-Finger Keyboard Technique shortly before he attacked this brave, brave explorer for filming him. The wild Arthur was later subdued with snuggles and tea.
((Dunya’s adorable art! :D))
I’m reblogging this, I admit, mainly because I want this picture!
