The roof, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had spent the afternoon thinking about what Pippi had said about writing a song about the roof, so, since it still wasn't exactly cold out, she decided to head on up with her guitar and start working on her song, again.

She sat down with her guitar and as she tuned up, looked over the town and around the roof, thinking of all the times she'd been up here, and searching for inspiration.

One thing kept popping into her head:

"No emo on the roof!"

Hmm. She could do something with that. . . .

[ooc: ze roof, she is always open!]

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[nadiathesaint]

"You can give yourself whatever time you need, and nothing less."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know." He drew a deep breath and sat up to kiss her. "But it's not going to do me any good to mope tomorrow or the next day." Even if he'd moped more than a night when she'd gone.

[nadiathesaint]

She kissed him back gently, setting her guitar to one side. "Not to mope, but you're allowed to be sad. I know how this stuff works, remember? I'm good at it. Dealing with people leaving."