In truth, the hug didn't bother the officer at all, and she easily wrapped an arm around the other girl with warm grace, "Take care until then, Nightshade."

When the sailor was gone, Schörl stood for a few moments looking between the phone in her hand and the small graffiti that was finished.

"How beautiful is youth, that is always slipping away..." Then she turned and left the echoing staccato of her heels to accompany the rhythms of the night.


ATh e a r t

(( sounds good to me~ Thank you for the rp ))