( @clementinewinterssub @ second story)
It was a nice day in Westfield, for a February, and at first Austin convinced himself the scientists or whatever could control the weather, which really freaked him out, if he were to be honest. So, he went into the first store he found, deciding to take refuge under unnatural lighting. “Hey,” He called out to the only person in with him lost in the shelves of books, “What does a weather balloon look like?”
Clem looked up when she heard a voice . She smiled up from the art book she was looking at and hummed. “ White, round with a orange thing. I’ve painted them a few times. Why?”







