The more Juniper looked at the set up in the living room, the more perplexing it became. There was an iron on a length of rope, the colored sand, and of course, the giant fuck-off owl looking at her with death in his big eyes. Honestly, typical wizard things and she had to shrug it off.
Shaking her head to his question, she slung the bag down on the kitchen table along with her trusty backpack. The tiger smelled like a work-out and the outdoors, having just come in from biking across town, but the exertion always left her in a good mood. At least, until she caught the forced cheer in Billy's voice.
It was a common thing these days, ever since they got back from Vegas last year. Juniper got why, but she was concerned. Billy was her friend, and they'd gone through something fairly traumatic. Still, she wasn't going to poke at it right away. “Good, busy,” she said succinctly, before stepping up to the threshold of the living room and taking a better look around. She leaned on the door jamb. “What's this? Are you playing Home Alone?” She gestured at the swinging iron.
Shaking her head to his question, she slung the bag down on the kitchen table along with her trusty backpack. The tiger smelled like a work-out and the outdoors, having just come in from biking across town, but the exertion always left her in a good mood. At least, until she caught the forced cheer in Billy's voice.
It was a common thing these days, ever since they got back from Vegas last year. Juniper got why, but she was concerned. Billy was her friend, and they'd gone through something fairly traumatic. Still, she wasn't going to poke at it right away. “Good, busy,” she said succinctly, before stepping up to the threshold of the living room and taking a better look around. She leaned on the door jamb. “What's this? Are you playing Home Alone?” She gestured at the swinging iron.