[The turtle roughed out, Eddie begins to draw something on its shell—something like a compass, with a dark column rising out of the center of the thing, like an axel in the spokes of a wheel.
He purposely keeps his voice light. It sounds like a touchy subject. Just slightly, he snuggles back into Rohan's chest.]
no subject
[The turtle roughed out, Eddie begins to draw something on its shell—something like a compass, with a dark column rising out of the center of the thing, like an axel in the spokes of a wheel.
He purposely keeps his voice light. It sounds like a touchy subject. Just slightly, he snuggles back into Rohan's chest.]
But then where would I sit?