Kit
Location: Harlan Johnsons Cornfield Who: @ fuckin anyone
The bonfire was surrounded by people, Kit couldn’t believe how many people actually bothered to come out for the little event. He couldn’t even find a reason to why he bothered to come. The place was swarming with werewolves, vampires, probably witches among them as well. However he’d never been good at picking them out. Sitting a little farther back at one of the picnic tables erratically placed around the field. He looked to the person who decided to sit across from him. Kit pointed a finger at the corner of his own mouth to try and guide the other to the mess they’d made, “You have ketchup on your face.”Â
Romy froze, a french fry hovering in the air between the tray it came from and her mouth. She dropped it down before reaching for a napkin to wipe at the ketchup. “Well, that’s a little bit embarrassing, yeah?” She reached up gingerly to check to make sure it was gone before letting her arm fall back down to rest on the table. “Thanks for letting me know. I imagine there’d be plenty of people who would just ... see it and not say anything. Which, frankly, that would be pretty rude but —” she trailed off with a shrug of her shoulders. “Anyways—” Romy pushed the tray of fries towards him “—take some if you want. As another thanks, I guess.”
