Jun 22
“…am I actually in the clear?” Charlie murmured, cautiously peering around. “Day’s almost over, thank the Heavenly Hounds… but it ain’t over yet…”
Itchy stuck his head out of the clouds, too. “I think ya might be good, Charlie…! We just gottaaaaa… lay low, right?”
“Mhm.” His best friend hummed his agreement. “Yeah, ‘cause I’ve been avoidin’ Annabelle all day. Askin’ me every other year ‘ta ‘make amends’ n’ all that sappy crap…”
Itchy nodded, but didn’t answer.