Packing and a drabble.

I'm packing today. a;dslkjf I leave in-- Five days? Five days. Right. It's going to be-- argh. And. Well. I'm packing. It's taking up a lot more room than I expected, but that's okay. Most everything I'm taking is long-sleeved, 'cause-- Their yearly high? Is, like, seventies. WTF? (That's the low twenties for you C Peoples. <3) That's incredibly low, when I'm used to it soaring above a hundred in May. So. Long-sleeves, woo. (It's going to be crazy, coming back in July!)

Also. I have-- A drabble. As I pack. And as I try to finish Tales of the Abyss.



He caresses the binding, runs his fingers along the seams where the thread is aged and yellowed--

unrequited!Fuuta/Bianchi. Sorta TYL, sorta not. Mostly not. Mostly unrequited. Love's a pain.

( Numbering Loves )