Scripted Away
Factory for twisted tales and mysterious matters
"Misha doesn't know boo yet, and Heather will get a fish soon", Noah explained with a smirk, and looked up when he heard his father's phone ring.
Mac, never having been a fan of things like clearing big things on the phone, teleported right beside his brother, just to find himself face to face with a red-haired girl.
"Hey Jim, what's up?", he asked, while Robyn stared up at him with huge eyes.
"... you're an angel...!", she whispered with huge, sparkling eyes, her hands slowly wandering up to touch his wing.
"You're real...!''
Marco raised a nonexistent eyebrow at Dylan and smirked gently.
"I can't read minds, but I can detect all sorts of radiation and waves. And i have access to the entire database of the internet. I'm basically a walking super computer."
He smirked at Dylan. "But don't worry, I won't go all terminator on you guys."
Mac, never having been a fan of things like clearing big things on the phone, teleported right beside his brother, just to find himself face to face with a red-haired girl.
"Hey Jim, what's up?", he asked, while Robyn stared up at him with huge eyes.
"... you're an angel...!", she whispered with huge, sparkling eyes, her hands slowly wandering up to touch his wing.
"You're real...!''
Marco raised a nonexistent eyebrow at Dylan and smirked gently.
"I can't read minds, but I can detect all sorts of radiation and waves. And i have access to the entire database of the internet. I'm basically a walking super computer."
He smirked at Dylan. "But don't worry, I won't go all terminator on you guys."