Gwen Raiden (maximum_voltage) wrote in taintedsprings,
Gwen Raiden

I follow Angelina up the stairs, it's odd to see your own ass in front of your face. I chuckle and shake my head. I let myself be led and try to stuff down the nervousness swelling in my gut. I feel uncomfortable with how comfortable I am with her. We haven't even said twenty words to each other and yet it's as if some part of me has clicked into place, a piece I didn't even know was missing.

"I guess this is your room?" I ask as we walk into a room that I almost feel as if I recognize. "You've got good taste. Or, at least, my taste."
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