I made Owen a thing. :D Open permission for anyone and everyone to use this icon. :D
"Thank you kindly, Miss Ashleah."
2012 international photo awards honorable mention
"vinyl is better"revisited
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"Good afternoon, miss."
"Oh, it’s afternoon? Wow. Times flies while ones studding. Umm.. hello. Who might you be, Sir?"
He laughed. “My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt. My name is Owen. I was hoping for some coffee company.”
"That’s great. That’s good that your life is turning around again. Anything new that’s been going on with you?"
"Well, I have a new girl. I do not want to eat anybody. Work is picking up again. It all sounds good to me." A proud, accomplished grin stole the show for a second before courtesy and respect returned. "Anything for you?" He briefly furrowed his brows. "Where is your friend? I figured you two inseparable."
Michelle smiled as she listened to Owen’s response. “Well, that’s good. It seems you’re doing well for yourself, which is great of course.” She smiled brightly, she then shrugged her shoulder lightly. “There hasn’t been anything too exciting going for me to be honest. Unless you count having to escape from a crazy ex-friend’s house, but either than that, nothing too exciting. Oh, Britney? I haven’t seen her lately. We’re usually inseparable, but things happen and we sometimes grow apart from time to time. I’m sure she’s around somewhere.”
"Ooh, cat fights—those are definitely exciting.”
"If that absent, I have to call ‘escaping’ a close second," he teased. Owen paused, reconsidering her words. "Britney isn’t the ex-friend, is she?"
"Life can’t spare all the good-lookers."
"We are asses and dogs, and don’t you forget it."
"Now spill, little munchkin. Tell me everything."
Her cheeks were definitely blushing as she ducked her head. “He’s really cute and nice and he talks to me sometimes. He noticed me drawing once and he seemed really interested. He’s one of the few who isn’t mean to me at school.”
It seemed the warmth in her cheeks trickled its way into him. Owen smiled. “Well, he doesn’t sound too terrible…”
"What’s wrong with him?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "Is he gassy?" He crinkled his nose for effect.
Emotions stirred. Now he wanted to kick someone’s ass on top of the jealousy, pain, shame, and guilt. Then followed worry. “Is the baby safe?”
Nadi really wanted to cry, the tears threatened to fall but she woudln’t let her emotions take over again. She wanted to be strong. “He is.”
A soft smile appeared at her assurance, and Owen scooted closer to her. He took the untouched milk from her hands and set it on the table. “Come here.” The human wrapped his friend up with his arms. He had known her long enough to know when she was about to break. His hand rubbed her arm soothingly. Kissing her hair, Owen whispered in her ear, “Warriors cry too, you know.”