raddish
LAMP
"Throw the ball, Alex!" Luna laughed, leaning out the window. She had a fear of heights, so unseen to Alex she had a scarf tied around her ankle, and the other end tied to her bed to make sure she wouldn't fall out of her own window. "This is just like normal football, except the goal is a lot smaller and has short legs!"
Rhea feigned disappointment, waltzing towards the table and hopping up on it. "And here I thought I was getting the hang of rhyming." She pouted and turned on the table, looking at the changed scenery and sighing in relief. "You're quite the charmer, I don't usually let guys take me to their eighties themed massage parlors -- I guess that may be because not many have them." Rhea was admittedly relieved she didn't need to speak in rhymes, finding the words to say was such a struggle for her. Still, she played around with it, teasing as she laid face-down on the table. "Behind every tale, even ones in which are timeless, there's a writer who struggles to rhyme." She chuckled, moving her hair from her neck and relaxing.