Quinn sat down on the sofa and he started fiddling with his pullover nervously. He didn't even realise that he should probably tell Spectre to say it was Ardal and not Quinn. He hadn't gone by Ardal in six years.
Flynn poked his head out of his room. He had been packing too, but he was having the opposite problem Spectre had. Abby had given him a suitcase and it looked quite sad and empty, lying there open with three shirts and some trousers in it. Distractions from the state of his possessions were good. Except 'Quinn' wasn't ringing any bells. He took a few steps out of his room and he hovered there at the top of the stairs, looking down at Spectre. "Er...who?"
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Date: 2007-11-18 09:48 am (UTC)From:Flynn poked his head out of his room. He had been packing too, but he was having the opposite problem Spectre had. Abby had given him a suitcase and it looked quite sad and empty, lying there open with three shirts and some trousers in it. Distractions from the state of his possessions were good. Except 'Quinn' wasn't ringing any bells. He took a few steps out of his room and he hovered there at the top of the stairs, looking down at Spectre. "Er...who?"