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feeling: glowing
song: âĢ
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Isuel looked up at Langley and immediately felt bad for being so mopey about not being able to go on the errand. She blushed lightly, but blushed even harder when Langley leaped on top of her for a hug. Isuel felt her face go bright pink and she pat Langley gently on the back. "No Langley, I'm sorry, I'm being mopey. I was going to draw tonight anyway, so might as well!" She gave Langley a reassuring smile as she got up from the table and left towards the others. She finished up her food and sighed, satiated greatly by the meal. Isuel was touched at Langley's worry for her, and she thought about it all the while she cleared away her plate. Langley had accepted her so warmly into the home, and though Isuel had certainly made a positive impression on everyone, there was.... something about Langley that felt different. Isuel peeked over Sara's shoulder as she baked something, but decided not to interrupt her, smiling to herself as she imagine what delicious creation she might be making.
Isuel continued and walked upstairs to grab her pencilcase and sketchpad, catching a glimpse of the errand runners outside through the window as she came down the stairs. She also caught view of a foot disappearing from the top of the window pane. She stared stupidly at the top of the window frame stupidly, before rushing over and opening the window to look upwards in an attempt to see who was climbing the side of the building, but to no avail. She shut the window and skittered down the stairs, grabbed her jacket from the coat rack and stepped out into the crisp evening air. She looked up at the roof, shielding her eyes from the light of the buzzing kitchen with her sketchpad. She thought to herself for a moment before conjuring a tall ladder. She placed it against the side of the house, and carefully climbed up, being careful not to topple backwards. She carefully slipped up onto the tile roof and looked around for the mysterious foot owner. She soon saw Mackenzie sitting in the dip between two chimneys, sitting quietly by himself.
Isuel didn't know much about Mackenzie, as he was newer than she was. He seemed to keep to himself most of the time, and she wasn't sure if she should really be up here. Despite her doubts, Isuel decided she might as well try and make friends with the boy. Here's what Isuel knew about Mackenzie. He was her age, despite looking a bit younger than 17, and seemed to like it when people played music. Also seemed to enjoy climbing buildings. She knew barely enough to even start a conversation, and yet, Isuel still approached him, on top of their roof at night, and say
"Hi, mind if I join you?"
As if it was the most casual place to meet someone in the world.