Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5055385-20130902013006/@comment-5142578-20131203215921

Static walked along side her, holding her hand. He was somewhat worried about the possiblity of something coming out of the trees, but mostly he was looking forward to getting to the clearing. Discretely, he put his free hand into his jacket to feel around for the object that he had brought with him. It was still there. Satisfied that he still had it, Static let his hand drop back to his side.

The path ahead of them was illuminated enough by the moonlight to see clearly. The crisp, cool air made Static feel grateful that he had worn a jacket. Then again, Static almost always wore a jacket wherever he went. He looked over at Crymson, and couldn't help but smile. Whenever he was with her, he had an indescribable feeling of great pleasure and comfort that just filled him up.