"Ah, young one? What are you doing out here?"
Örjan rolls his eyes and shoots this new lady a frown; he only assumes she’s new as he’s never seen her before, or at least he doesn’t think he has. “I’m not that young, y’know. I’m thirteen.” He crosses his arms over his chest with a huff. “And what do you mean, what am I doing out here? I live here.”




