[ he's always dreamt of beaches and water, glittering blues and whites, but. ]
I would have liked to see the Sahara.
[ he would have liked to travel in his early retirement. ]
It's where winds, deadly and merciless, live and thrive. It must be beautiful...
[ turning his hand, cool, calloused fingers wrap around Choso's wrist. not comfortable perhaps, but comforting hopefully. Nanami won't leave the boy alone in the dark until help arrives. ]
oh no, don't cry, bb
[ he's always dreamt of beaches and water, glittering blues and whites, but. ]
I would have liked to see the Sahara.
[ he would have liked to travel in his early retirement. ]
It's where winds, deadly and merciless, live and thrive. It must be beautiful...
[ turning his hand, cool, calloused fingers wrap around Choso's wrist. not comfortable perhaps, but comforting hopefully. Nanami won't leave the boy alone in the dark until help arrives. ]
How is the Mojave?