Entry Number 050603A
He stared at me with wide eyes before breaking into an almost contagious laugh, showing sets of small but white teeth. I stared at him and wished I didn't feel like such a veermok in the room, starting to redden noticeably. I turned my head to continue writing the last two digits in of Rose's communicator.
"That's why they call me The Weasel." He stated and I raised a brow as the number was being dialed, staring straight at him. "Is that so?" I said, completely unamused. He nodded but turned his head when the dial up finished and Rose answered. "Rose Frost here. Is he awake?"
"Very awake.'' I eyed him once and the call finished, giving me a reason to sit down again and avoid his eyes. They were very preening and curious, and I got insecure under them.
"Was that the harpy?"
"Yes. She's not that easy on words, so be careful."
"I'm already aware."
I raised my head when I heard the familiar click of heels down the hall, sighing in relief.
"That's why they call me The Weasel." He stated and I raised a brow as the number was being dialed, staring straight at him. "Is that so?" I said, completely unamused. He nodded but turned his head when the dial up finished and Rose answered. "Rose Frost here. Is he awake?"
"Very awake.'' I eyed him once and the call finished, giving me a reason to sit down again and avoid his eyes. They were very preening and curious, and I got insecure under them.
"Was that the harpy?"
"Yes. She's not that easy on words, so be careful."
"I'm already aware."
I raised my head when I heard the familiar click of heels down the hall, sighing in relief.