Jays
That Loitering God
Jon looked over the girl. SHe was pretty in a strong and confident way. Usually, he woud just make an excuse and avoid the trouble of making friends. But she, like rest of the others, gave him a familarity that he could not quite place his fingers on. So he chose to do it the unusal way. "Jonathan Thane, at yours service." He smiled a totally fake smile. Jon was not grumpy per se, but feeling happy and cheerful wasn't in him. "How are you doing?" He asked awkwardly, not used to engaging in a conversation.