He had decided that making sarcastic comments under his breath while he strode made walking just about a million times better. "Ah, yes, please continue making out in the vicinity of literally everyone else." Classy.
Melody startles at the voice of someone else, looking up from her journal and around her. Her eyes are drawn to the brown haired boy, then they follow his gaze to some couple who looked like their mission was to reach each other's lungs. "Ew! Why?!" Her words are actually really loud, and she slaps a hand over her mouth. "Ya nasties." She grabs her bag before removing herself from the area, finding herself next to the boy who'd spoken. "Where's our generation's shame?!"











