Mordred is practically glued to her side as they make their way from the entrance gate and are pushed by the constant flow of foot traffic, into the main field. He might be in his human form right now, but he may as well have eight arms.
"Yes." She laughs, her laughter being swallowed up by the music from a nearby ride. "Relax. You're going to have a good time. I promise."
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Date: 2018-04-19 04:48 pm (UTC)From:"Yes." She laughs, her laughter being swallowed up by the music from a nearby ride. "Relax. You're going to have a good time. I promise."