A few hours went by Alura goes straight past you with a uke, a blanket,and a notebook with a pen attached to it
16 sighs
16: ...I...I´m just going to go.
"didn't ask"
16: You clearly don´t want me around...
"Just don't talk to me!"
-she looks at her book and starts playing her uke while singing-
16: ...Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe there´s a reason why I keep coming to talk to you?
"cuz you're a creep"
16: ...Do you really think that...?
She looks at Alura, eyes wide and full of hurt
"I was being sarcastic!"
-She writes in her book then keeps strumming the uke-
16: ...
She quietly sits down on a tree stump and plays with the end of her braid nervously, still seeming sort of hurt.
