I felt giddy this morning as I wait for Atlas’s arrival – there seems to be a misunderstanding when he will arrive.
There have been numerous false reports of Atlas’s arrival that at some point I’d gotten sick of it. I just want to see my son for Luna’s sake.
Terran looks at me and pulls me closer to him, “I can’t wait for this day to end.”
I look at him, expressionless as I felt unimpressed by what he’s just done. “Seriously?” I ask in disbelief as he looks at me confused – this old perverted man I swear.
“When exactly is Atlas coming home?” I ask him as I stare right into his eyes, searching for an answer. He doesn’t resemble a werewolf, he’s a fox.
“Hmm,” he tries to avoid my gaze as he looks in many different directions – aside from where my eyes are at.
His gaze ended up just below my neck, “Hey, my eyes are up here.” He smirks and pulls me closer to his chest.