she leans back, legs propped and crossed on the desk in front of her. “figured i should get your father’s permission BEFORE i run off to save a campus, and people, that i don’t care about. shouldn’t you be finishing that scarf that’s been DOOMED you started knitting?”
“as long as i’m not involved, i’m sure he’s fine with you risking your life to try and accomplish something that’s pretty much impossible.” she sighs, glancing down at her abandoned knitting project. “it’s not...DOOMED. it’s just...rustic is all.”


















