Just-A-Stick

She giggled and scooted into his lap, laying her head on his chest.

"I love you to." She whispered, smiling slightly.

"I hope so." She continued rubbing his back, and keeping her mind away from the pain in her hand.

She shrugged again. "I used my powers, so I'll have a headache for a little while. That's how it works. It's not too bad, actually."

"Yeah, but it's fine."

She shrugged, "It's fine."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Hmm... would you like to name it?"

*whispers* Hey Raven! My PMs are open, and I'd love to talk... We love you! *hugs* *hugs* Same thing I told Raven.

Sticketh walks calmly toward Elan throws a left hook to the side of his jaw, before walking out of the shaking building.

"I love you... Please, don't pay attention to those thoughts... I need you, here with me." She leaned her head on his shoulder, rubbing his back with her good hand, and ignoring the pain in her injured one.

"Daniel?" She askes, brushing her fingertips down his arm.

Sticketh glances at @Invisible. "Sir, are you mentally stable?"

Alright. She opens it slowly, letting the dark colored mist seep to a corner, where it entered a dark-colored chest. Finished. She exits and looks at him.

She bounces on her toes, resisting the urge to jump up and down. She drums her fingers against her thigh, eyes darting back and forth.

She opens the bond, and enters his head. It's right here. Should I open it now?

"You may not take mine, but you should have yours back now..." She furrows her brow. "I can open it in your mind, if you wish... that might make it easier."

She stands there, trying not to fiddle with her hands, and not look suspicious.

"You told me you knew." She relaxed in his arms.

"Sticketh, Your Honor."

She opened her eyes, and laid her good hand on his. "I'm better." She whispered, throat dry.

"The defendant has yet to arrive, Your Honor." Sticketh pointed out.