[ Eleven doesn't laugh, but she nods, ever so slightly. Weird. The boy gets it, which is good, because El isn't the type to explain things. There is so much to be learned from watching, and even more to be learned from listening. The paper flutters slightly, but there's no breeze. El approaches the boy.
She looks him in the eye intently, holding eye contact longer than what most people consider normal. She looks at his face. She doesn't see any happy. ]
Lie.
[ That's what the sign in, because El isn't happy either. Not like she's supposed to be. ]
no subject
She looks him in the eye intently, holding eye contact longer than what most people consider normal. She looks at his face. She doesn't see any happy. ]
Lie.
[ That's what the sign in, because El isn't happy either. Not like she's supposed to be. ]