[S t a r]

( @Exis )

Places to be, places to go, huh? Didn't sound like Tally at all. Even her words were business-like. He missed the old Tally. He huffed and walked with her. "It's fine. You're.. clearly too busy for any talk anyways." If she was going to be cold and closed off, he would too. After all, everything was a mess, right? Jaran's sanity and mental state was torn to shreds after high school. No doubt Tally's would be better than his. He could only feel sorry for her and himself. He missed her. Missed Angie. Missed Damon. He missed the entirety of high school. Where nothing mattered and everyone could be free. But.. that would never happen again. Never. Tally was shackled to her job. He was shackled to his slow-increasing mental insanity. And nothing would EVER be the same again. Never. He couldn't sit in the past like he wanted to. He had to move on. Jaran ruffled his hair again and shoved his mask into his pocket. "Mind telling me what your job is?"