Entry Number 050603A
Derny laughs, honey eyes squinting until he looked like what he was. A weasel.
"I told you you don't know what my favourite colour is."
He touches at the fabric of the worn uniform, making me lift a brow.
"My favourite colour is orange. Has been for years, truly. When I saw that the pilot uniform of the Resistance had variations of orange in it, I never felt prouder of my choice of profession." He sighs, playing with the collar of his jacket.
I smile. Orange suits him.
"I told you you don't know what my favourite colour is."
He touches at the fabric of the worn uniform, making me lift a brow.
"My favourite colour is orange. Has been for years, truly. When I saw that the pilot uniform of the Resistance had variations of orange in it, I never felt prouder of my choice of profession." He sighs, playing with the collar of his jacket.
I smile. Orange suits him.