❦
❦
❦
❦
❦
❦
❦
❦
❦
❦
❝How wild it was, to let it be.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| Studio Ghibli Songs || Various Arists ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| Studio Ghibli Songs || Various Arists ||
Sweat dripped down her back, it was a cold November day but that did not stop Echo from overheating. She thought that she might die of heat. "Come on, just one more," Echo bent her elbows, supporting her entire body weight on two hand, then slowly pushed herself back up. "There you go, great!" Hawk waited off to the side with a bottle of water, "good job,"
she nodded in acknowledgement once the physical therapist had given them the okay to stop for the day. "That was exhausting," Echo put her brace back on her wrist and replaced her top shirt over her tank top. "Is it dinner time yet?" Hawk glanced at her watch and grinned. "I have an even better idea, let's go promote the Tower Society at a cafe down the road. That way we don't need to take a lunch break and we still get food," Echo like the sound of that.
"Should we invite Flo along?" The demon inquired, scratching her blonde hair back into cooperation. "We can check, although I doubt she'd be able to get the time off." On their way to see her, they were chased away by Samurai, who was glad that Flo was at last back at work and did not want any distractions. The two girls headed out on their own, Echo with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her Tower Society jacket and Hawk fixing her scarf in an attempt to wrangle it into order. "It's called Moose," she said, "not sure why, although I suspect it has something to do with their mascot. They're supposed to have good burgers," burgers? Echo did know that Hawk had always enjoyed meat, Echo did too, however her faith lay in chocolate. "They specialize in crazy toppings, one of their burgers is topped with a chocolate patty," Echo's eyes nearly bugged out of her head at this. "Savory chocolate?"
Savory chocolate indeed existed and Echo wolfed it down almost as soon as t came out of the kitchen. They paid their fare and headed back, passing ads for the American Holiday called Thanksgiving. In England they celebrated the Fifth of November, which had passed uneventfully in America. There were no light shows in the sky or balloons given out for free in order to celebrate the English Independence. It was the first time Echo hadn't been given an extra little cake alongside her normal gruel. No, it had been a quite holiday celebrated privately by the Brits with a bottle of spirits and a bag of America's cheapest and finest cheesy chips. "What is Thanksgiving?" Gwenyth shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me, these prats will celebrate any excuse to take time off of work and have a feast." Echo snickered, "doesn't sound much different from us Brits."
The building for the Tower Society was unscrupulous, nondescript and generally hideous to look at, but it was home.