We Are Bulletproof

[chirp=http://www.raaseltine.com/rafiles/yu-ha-min-200.png]That's good so far. I like it.[/chirp]

Np

[chirp=http://www.raaseltine.com/rafiles/yu-ha-min-200.png]You write music? You can share lyrics, if you want.[/chirp]

[chirp=http://www.raaseltine.com/rafiles/yu-ha-min-200.png]We all write different things and share them.[/chirp]

[chirp=http://www.raaseltine.com/rafiles/yu-ha-min-200.png]Looking to start a writing critique group.[/chirp]

Right, right. See you soon! Bye!

Yes. I should be going though. ...even if I don't want to go outside.

"Is that what they are?" he asked. "I mostly read up on the Native accounts. They're pretty... interesting."

He didn't want to say--or admit--that he was interested currently in another group of supernatural beings because... well. The stigma behind it--behind the incubus--seemed to be a not so positive one. He was afraid of what it meant to admit that it was interesting... Or worse still, that it was interesting because he was pretty sure he was at least half of one. His mother...

Taking in a breath, he suddenly stood up.

"A-anyway, I need to go. But it was... nice. Talking to you, that is."

He didn't give her time to respond before he bowed his head politely and then scurried off. Because the thought of his mother made him realize a number of things and he had to get home and check a few things.

Want me to bring an extra?

I am. I will. You should too.

That's why I think it's weird... I almost don't want to breathe it

Enough problems?

Yeah, it's probably just the autumn air. Tis the season?

Sorry. Maybe I'm just imagining things.

It feels... almost sentient though.

? Is there... is there something more to it?