[Johanna glances over at him as she goes to stuff that fourth radio into her pack. Master of her facial features, she does not smirk--but she wants to.
Adorable is the word that comes to mind. His face, the earnest look on his face, the question itself. Adorable. She arranges her mouth into a sweet smile, and holds up the radio in her hand.]
Sure am.
[The strap clacks against the boxy plastic side when she waggles it at him.]
welcome, welcome, welcome
Adorable is the word that comes to mind. His face, the earnest look on his face, the question itself. Adorable. She arranges her mouth into a sweet smile, and holds up the radio in her hand.]
Sure am.
[The strap clacks against the boxy plastic side when she waggles it at him.]
Why?