Chapter 20Dressed in a Ramones T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, she emerged from the bathroom looking slightly sheepish, her hair damp from the shower. Now sprawled out across the entire surface of the desk, the magcat ignored her, his wings twitching occasionally as he dreamt of something far off, far away.
Eirian smiled weakly.
“So,” they began, “what do you want to do?”
Poppy looked hesitantly away.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, “but I’m not going home.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Eirian said.
She nodded.
“Good. Okay.”
Turning, she looked at the bed, hesitated, and then sat down.
“Come and sit with me.”
Eirian expressed a similar hesitance, as if suddenly aware that they were both teenagers, alone at night in the same room, and there were certain things expected of t
