Post by remy on Apr 8, 2007 11:35:25 GMT -5
[It was fine. Don't think on it.]
"It is a good thing," Rémy explained with a smile as she walked to the nearby sink. She grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it, put on some soap, then handed it to Portia. "Might want to wash that off," Rémy said, nodding her head towards the spot of apple juice on Portia's shirt. And then she continued as if that hadn't happened. "When I say refreshing I mean... like, when you're in a hot and stuffy room and you walk outside and get a good gulp of air. That kind of thing." Rémy shook her head, laughed at herself softly. "I don't know."
Really, she did know. That's exactly what she meant, too. It was weird, but knowing that Portia was from a different school, that she was a different person than all of the other St. James bitches that Rémy was forced to associate with... it was exactly as she had described. A breath of fresh air. That sounded lame and cliché but Rémy found that sometimes clichés were appropriate.
"It is a good thing," Rémy explained with a smile as she walked to the nearby sink. She grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it, put on some soap, then handed it to Portia. "Might want to wash that off," Rémy said, nodding her head towards the spot of apple juice on Portia's shirt. And then she continued as if that hadn't happened. "When I say refreshing I mean... like, when you're in a hot and stuffy room and you walk outside and get a good gulp of air. That kind of thing." Rémy shook her head, laughed at herself softly. "I don't know."
Really, she did know. That's exactly what she meant, too. It was weird, but knowing that Portia was from a different school, that she was a different person than all of the other St. James bitches that Rémy was forced to associate with... it was exactly as she had described. A breath of fresh air. That sounded lame and cliché but Rémy found that sometimes clichés were appropriate.